Duo Dickinson

I was asked to ask for forgiveness. I did. And was forgiven.

On Faith, and the Fall of Architecture’s Gatekeepers

A few minutes of conversation revealed the meaning of decades of dysfunction.

There is no manual explaining why life has been given and why it ends.

A Sugar Maple Tree’s Mortality (And Our Own)

One-Worded Prayers of “Sorry”, “Thanks”, and “Please”.

There Were Monsters Outside of Our Houses so We Invented a God to Keep Them at Bay.

The Whirlwind of Uncertainty Made for an Abundance of Judgments

Living Amid the Ambiguity of Faith and Facts, Safety and Fear

Just As We Cannot Determine Our Outcomes, We Cannot Avoid Our Motivations

The Draft Puts Our Shallow Desire to Judge in Full Celebration.

Tears Erupted to Water Those Memories, Now as Fresh as When They Were Made.