Nothing to Sneeze At

I’m about half-way to finishing my fourth book, The Anonymity of Waiting, which I plan to self-publish in 2024. Below is a poem about something that goes through my mind from time to time when people sneeze. (Yes, there is philosophy even in a sneeze šŸ˜†). Because of its timelessness, wisdom is often mistaken asContinueContinue reading “Nothing to Sneeze At”