It’s noon, and the smell of lunchtime -beans, pork, grease- permeated downtown Buckhead. People from all backgrounds congregate to the hallowed hall of Chipotle at a corner intersection for physical (and I daresay, spiritual) renewal. I walk in and stand in the long line behind the counter. There’s a young, well dressed man in frontContinue reading “A walk to Chipotle”
…Many years ago, cities were filled with people from all over the world. They had running water, constant internet, they even bought stuff with plastic cards! Everyone lived together and the people were much happier and less suspicious as they are now. Then, all of a sudden, a sign came down from the sky. GrandfatherContinue reading “Dangerous stories shouldn’t be whispered – Part 2”
I’ve found very few people who agree with me on this. Almost everyone I talk to about it looks at me with a strange face, as if I were making it all up. I know I’m not, I remember it distinctly ‘cause it was repeatedly told by my grandparents when I was a kid, andContinue reading “Dangerous stories shouldn’t be whispered”
This is the first draft of a story, “A Day In the Life of Fernando,” that I hope to polish up and eventually publish. I like to think of it as a sketch to get the ideas going. I’ll post the following chapter later this week. Enjoy! It was 4am and Fernando woke up toContinue reading “Adventures in Dreams, California and San Salvador – Part 1”
You have heard of sustainable houses and sustainable living but have you heard of sustainable stories?