The sun rises for the living. It never sets for the dead. And the beat goes on for those left behind. Death, though, punches a hole in the fabric. There is an empty place where Charlie (Charles Harrington, 34) used to be. He didn’t own much. He didn’t leave aContinue Reading
Honoring my brother TJ on worldofwebb.net. From BBQ feasts to literary dreams, his spirit lives on. Share your memories of him 💙#InMemoryOfTJ #TJsLegacy #BBQMemories #RideOrDieFriend #GriefAndHealing #WorldOfWebbContinue Reading
Trump won. I voted for him. No, not apologizing. I am not a team player. I was bullied as a kid. Abused by a school teacher. Heard the admonition that because of me, my parents were miserable. My bad attitude has an origin story. Over two-thousand years ago a dissidentContinue Reading
Following Christ isn’t for the meek. It is for those who are walking point. You probably know, but on the chance that you don’t, walking point is the task of marching at the front looking for the enemy. I know you know. But I don’t know who reads the crapContinue Reading
My earliest posts on this space are from 2015. It’s mid-January 2025 as of this post. So this blog is a decade old. I believe it is older but I can’t prove my belief. A decade of words, 371 posts averaging 1500 words per post, 560,000 words or so. PlusContinue Reading
There is a gathering storm in the farmhouse. The contratemps between Ophie and Neesha blew through like a summer monsoon. Neesha started online classes in agriculture with Virginia Tech. She left Blackwood for Richmond before applying to VCU. Another “fire! erm . . . too late to make ready andContinue Reading
Well . . . just take resources from those who have plenty and give them to those who don’t have enough. Problem solved. I can make that so in a novel or story. In life? Not so much. Neesha is suffering from a resource dumpster fire. The farm is tooContinue Reading
I’m at a pivot point. Post 365 published last week. My normal is somewhere near disaster. Each time I think this time, this thing that has kicked off, will be the end of me. Not yet. Some day, sure. We all have an end. That what next is certain. It’sContinue Reading