Well. Here we are. It’s 11:15 on a Friday night, and we’ve reached the final day of dailies. It’s been one-hundred and one days since I was laid off from my job, and I had nothing better to do but start a blog and talk about how the little things in quarantine were annoying me.
You’re probably thinking wow Micah, one hundred days of quarantine, and things are finally turning around. That’s a fine thought. But also, let’s take a moment to remember that we’re still living in a pandemic. People are still dying in droves. We’re not out of the woods just because outdoor seating at bars are open
The rain only dropped on the brim of my hat, avoiding my glasses, and keeping my gaze clear to see the clouds rolling over my head. Casting the road, in a beautiful grey. That one brought old memories. Those old grays and blues. I’ve told you about them before. Lying in the grass, my jacket
My father had expressed to me his curiosities before. About religion, and life, and love. I watch as he continues to learn, and tries to better himself. He tells me what books he’s liked. And I pretend that I’ve been reading them. . Happy Fathers Day. . . . Micah Mabey
No. 93 turning to the long long road down through water while soft light provides dark shadows on brown eyes and sugar from windows . . . Micah Mabey
One hundred days is coming up. And that’s the day that we’ll call it. Because, god, it’s time to call it. After only missing a single day in the whole thing. It’s hard have kept it up like this. I’m struggling with what to say at this point. Maybe it’s felt like this since day
It was not Black Lives Matter spirit week. We are still going through with this revolution. But it’s hard to stay on track, when issues are arising all over the world. Tensions between North and South Korea are boiling and erupting. China and India are gunning down the others lives. We’re still dying by the
Welcome To Another Exciting Episode of Today On The Internet. On today’s episode, we meet a man on Facebook. He’s about six feet tall, totally balding, and loves baseball. Oh, also he doesn’t believe that systemic racism exists. In case you think that it’s over; there are still people saying “all lives matter,” and “if
In “8:46,” named for the length of time that the cop had his knee on George Floyd’s neck, Dave Chappelle turns his usual comedy on its head, throws it out the window, and transforms his stage into a pulpit. Through Netflix’s comedy hub on YouTube, Chappelle released a sobering half-hour performance on Thursday night; one
Today is a warning post. And it’s because I’ve been staring at this screen for twenty minutes as the sun softly sets, and I can’t think of anything else to write. I’m here today to let you know what the future holds for this blog. We’ve only got a few days left. Less than fifteen,
Yesterday took so much out of me. It took me most of the day to work through what I’d call that op-ed that I wrote on my brother. Today I spent some time researching where I could send it to maybe get it published, but it was overwhelming. I still almost felt wrong trying to
My Brother Zach Got Arrested and I Watched the Twitter Video While getting ready to open a beer last Friday evening at Susan’s house, there came a buzz from my left front pocket. It was my brother, Zach, FaceTiming me. I answered the call and was immediately met by hundreds of faces and backs of
