At times I am lost.

Absorbing the pains of the world, myself included.

Why do we allow our hearts to open, only to be broken once more? Why? Why should we participate in such abusive nonsense? It’s so simple really…love is rare, love is fleeting, love matters.

The critical learned lessons of showing up to do the work no matter what, and the defiance of Master Yoda.

Sometimes we see no sun, sometimes we see the sun despite the clouds.

I am no worse than any scholar, I am no better than any murderer. Please remember that I love you.

40 years ago, the mountainbike saved my life.

The appreciativeness for the here and now, before the curtain falls.

This narrative journey charges a hefty sum.

Leading with intention, even when shit blows up in my face.

A four-page excerpt from my book coming out this week. Here I explain to my children why am I writing them this book, and why now?

How I, we, us, come up short.

Writing a book with Sarah Young...losing weeks of writing...starting over, and hybrid publishing.

Stuck? Depressed? Needing change? Wanting a new life? Well then, how?

Here I get real. Hyper-F'ing real and bare all. I hold back nothing.

How do we carry our hardship and if helping, what can we do or do not for others stuck in their own little hell? Hence forthcoming, my blog novella is not for the faint of heart, and sans the potty-mouth bowdlerization, just sayin’.

News and such.

Tough as I am, at times my lofty self-fabrications reign supreme, not to be defeated or bettered awhile.

What I own is what’s important, the rest is just borrowed.

Shit I do right, shit I do not.

Charles is an educated and well-spoken man who once toured with the Grateful Dead, and now as a twice-incarcerated black man in an unjust American struggles with a piece of homelessness.