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Today, Your Excellence,
would you indulge me? Pronounce the word “RITUAL”. Put this word on your lips, Your Grace.
Ritual is a word that’s been robbed of its awe. THE UNINITIATED toss it around carelessly. They call their “habits” or “routines” rituals.Read more “#610. “There’s No Masters Or Kings When The Ritual Begins.””
There was once a boy who waited for his father to call.
Nine years old, he’d wait hot, on a sticky couch, by a shell-colored phone, next to a screen door that had a habit of slamming shut with an urgency he didn’t understand.Read more “#602. “Daddy Was A No-Show, Just A Leather Jacket & Some Questions.””
When I’d come home from school, my “Great” met me at the door on her “horse”.
There is no bond thicker with otherworldly love than the bond between grandparent and child. For me, first, it was my great-grandmother.Read more “#584. “Grandma’s Hands Played The Tambourine So Well.””