Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found (if you look)

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

Last week, before most Memorial Day remembrances had yet to take place, I had the chance to skip down memory lane and get a glimpse of the future. I visited Clarkston Junior High School.The school, back a few years ago was Clarkston High School where I and countless others roamed the hallways. Today, Clarkston Junior […]

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

Last week, before most Memorial Day remembrances had yet to take place, I had the chance to skip down memory lane and get a glimpse of the future. I visited Clarkston Junior High School.The school, back a few years ago was Clarkston High School where I and countless others roamed the hallways. Today, Clarkston Junior […]

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

Last week, before most Memorial Day remembrances had yet to take place, I had the chance to skip down memory lane and get a glimpse of the future. I visited Clarkston Junior High School.The school, back a few years ago was Clarkston High School where I and countless others roamed the hallways. Today, Clarkston Junior […]

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

Last week, before most Memorial Day remembrances had yet to take place, I had the chance to skip down memory lane and get a glimpse of the future. I visited Clarkston Junior High School.The school, back a few years ago was Clarkston High School where I and countless others roamed the hallways. Today, Clarkston Junior […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

A bust on Naked Gardening Day

Aside from the aesthetics of a pasty white dude glowing in the sunlight, gardening requires the use of a lot of sharp tools like shovels, saws, shears, clippers, nippers, cloppers and other things that just thinking about shivers me timbers.

A bust on Naked Gardening Day

I admit I am, at times, overly zealous in my enthusiasms. And, sometimes, even in public speaking roles, I can get on a roll where what comes out of my mouth is as much a surprise to my ears as to all those other hearing ears not attached to my head.Sometimes I just get too […]