by Jim Stitzel | Feb 21, 2005 | Writing
I love irony. Right up until the point where it teaches me something about myself that I’d really rather not know. I was laid low this morning by a singular realization. I love the written word. I love the way it can express a thought with an array of color, a...
by Jim Stitzel | Feb 17, 2004 | Writing
He travelled the path alone, and so he had no one to blame but himself for the way things eventually turned out. The path was well-worn, indicating that many travelled this way. As it was now, though, there was not another person in sight. The sun was high in the sky,...
