Paramecia don’t become parakeets. And an amoeba will never be an ambulance driver. Not in a million, trillion years. Because changes like that don’t happen. Not by accident. Not on purpose. And certainly not accidentally on purpose. Accidentally on purpose used to be a joke, when I was a kid. But we didn’t imagine how serious that whole “accidental” thing would be. We were … Read the rest…
Three years ago, around this time of year, I sent a sad and happy song out into the internet. It was in response to a request for me to write a song for a young man battling cancer. A friend of mine, on social media, told me about Jeremiah. And I’m glad. Because before that I’d never heard of him or his battle or … Read the rest…
I hadn’t heard it in a while. But just a couple of days ago I heard it in a car next to me as I sat in a grocery store parking lot. A couple of kids, who weren’t adjusting the volume in their voices to compensate for the rolled-down windows, disagreed about something. And one said something I didn’t quite catch. But the other … Read the rest…