We are syncing. We are not sinking like “s-i-n-k-i-n-g” but we are syncing like “s-y-n-c-i-n-g”because we are in sync.  Two hands holding each other, fingers interlocking like they’ve thrown away the key and they’re never going to unlock.  Yes, we are in sync. It’s...

Dear Future Mrs. O. I’m seeking you to help me build our ship.This ship is going to be bigger, stronger and more outstandingthan the Titanic ever was in all its glory,I promise. Now you probably think that I’m crazy but...

Imagine yourself, by the end of this life,standing in front of this imposing presence,looking at you with eyes like flames of fire.Imagine that as you’re figuring out who this person is,you’re instantly replaying the movie of your entire life in...