Author: John Whipple
Drought
By John Whipple Every year, our family would take the day’s long drive to my grandparent’s farm in Western Missouri. It is from these experiences that drought draws its blood. The song speaks to what my…
This is a powerful day.
This is nice enough for a winter day. The meek December Sun lies off to the southwest. I stand on the moist earth of this “property” I have found myself on. I have drifted from Chaos…
Great American Machine
I have been slowly drifting out of tune in the profound ways. Like most Americans, I have been working too much. I haven’t taken a real vacation in years. It is something of a sickness we…
Time to move out of Pottersville and return to Bedford Falls
Ed note: As this columns relates personal feelings of the writer towards our capacity as a culture to ignore human needs there is some strong language. Read with caution. A discontented lazy rabble instead of a…
Meet the new boss
How many friends of yours are in some sort of trouble? How many friends of yours are struggling to pay bills… struggling to find a place to live… struggling with a health issue? Is it just…
