Dear PaPa   Dear PaPa,   I’m sure you didn’t mean it, but you scarred me for life. When we were little children, we’d climb in the pickup with Daddy and drive to your house. You kept the pantry full of Little Debbie snacks, and…

OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…