Category: SAGE Story Telling Group

I am taking a slight liberty with today’s topic of “letter” and adding an “s” to it. I need to acknowledge right off the bat that I am not and have never been much of a letter writer, at least

Control is certainly a word with many meanings depending on the context. For example, “things are completely out of control” or rather perhaps “things are totally under control”. As far as 2020 is concerned I would venture to say that

“White people in this country will have quite enough to do in learning how to accept and love themselves and each other, and when they have achieved this – which will not be achieved tomorrow, and may very well be

When contemplating the topic “Young and Restless” I can’t currently relate to the “young” part of the phrase, but I do rather surprisingly relate to the word “restless”. In my dreams, I would like to be spending my elder years

As I have aged, I have lost or had significantly altered many of the physical features I vainly thought were my best. Like where the hell did my ass go? I guess maybe it just migrated up to my belly.

This is an interesting topic for me. One of those story-telling prompts that made me start thinking back on my life and right up to the present actually. I certainly lived a group life with my biological family from birth

As I write this it is Easter Sunday 2020 and it seems as though the whole world is crouched under the table hiding and trying to avoid COVID-19. And for me being “under the table” can also serve as a

Coming from Colorado a state that certainly has its fair share of summer and fall wildfires, most often driven to the point of catastrophe by strong winds, that was my first thought around this topic, mountain, and foothill forest conflagrations.

Crutch has two meanings that come to mind for me. The first refers to the long pointed object that people use to help them walk following usually some lower extremity trauma. Crutches were once made exclusively of wood but these

Quinn the Eskimo (The Mighty Quinn) Bob Dylan [Verse 1] Everybody’s building the big ships and the boats Some are building monuments Others, jotting down notes Ev’rybody’s in despair Every girl and boy But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here