April 2026. I am most content with life when regularly writing about its past, present and future. Yet, for three months now, words have failed me; the page or screen before me remains blank. I find something, anything, to otherwise occupy my time. Today, this must change…right? Even in my increasingly circumscribed (by age, energy, desire) life, there’s so much to think and say and share about this time and place. My… Read More