It was a heavy and wet morning when the trees let out quiet sighs, aching from the fresh weight of the evening’s frost. A man sat in his study watching exhausted leaves tremble and fall, spilling light with each pirouette. It was a morning not unlike any other for this man. He rose at seven, as was his custom.

“Do something really good and really positive for somebody today … but do it in the knowing there’s no way they could ever re-pay you.” ~John Jackson Natural disasters are often referred to as an “Act of God.” Catastrophic circumstances for which reason and rationale have no footing. We ask…

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The year is in moonlight as we finally close the blinds and lock up shop on this decade. Ten years have passed, that were never short of interesting, even without modest embellishment. We will look back on these days soon. Some years will be remembered with favor others with a…

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