The midsummer sun was pounding down on me while I dug my hands into the dirt. I could feel the wetness in the layers of mud as I kept sifting through the moist soil. My daughter’s voice ran through my head after every rinse in the water hose, just wear gloves, Gideon, but I never... Continue Reading →
Writing is an art. As Lakoff and Johnson state in Metaphors We Live By, life, in general, is a concept. It's a concept that we cannot understand because it is not obvious (Lakoff). However, it's up to us on how we choose to live that concept. Sure, it's easy to dissect and evaluate your own life,... Continue Reading →
Keeping Up With a Skillings 