With so many people to walk the land we live, how can the ones that have already lived rest quietly? When their graves are redug by...

I was eating at a park in Asheville, North Carolina, today, and a lady sat next to me. At first, I was a little nervous; I did not know...

There is a man and his chair. His chair is a comfortable one, one that fits him perfectly. He sat in the chair so much and for so long he...

Everyone needs help. Even though I like to think of myself as independent, I am not. I don’t think anyone is. The food I eat, someone...

I can only think for myself. And how I speak those thoughts to others is how they will view me. So I am careful about what I say and how...

I’ve been talking a lot about problems and how we solve them. Particularly, big problems. Humans are very problematic. We seem to make...

The more I live, the more I question how we have built up humanity. Our lives seem empty, a lack of quality and purpose in our day to day...

At work, I know my place. I am new, and have many above me. Though I respect their power, I believe some use their position poorly. And I...

When someone does something that is wrong, and they know it is wrong, but they do it anyways, what do you do? I would like to think that...

During conversations with my grandpa, he always tells me to come back to Wyoming. He always says, “Wyoming needs more young people.” And...

It is funny to me how uncontrollable humans are. It is almost inspiring in a sense. I don’t know for better or for worse, but we just...

Who is deserving of redemption? In a perfect world, I would like to stay everyone is deserving of redemption, of forgiveness, of a second...

Sometimes I think and talk so much that my thoughts and words lose meaning. I feel stuck. So, I have to stop and reset. I have to take...

When someone dies before life can be lived - truly lived - I ask myself why? Why were the granted the opportunity to live, only to live...

When a person knows what they have to do, they have no other choice, but to do it. Once that person finds what it is that makes their...

My feet drag down the road I walk. Not in anguish, but in relaxation. My shoulder are heavy, but my eyes are light. I look from tree to...

I work with a man. They call him Kid. I noticed from the day I started that Kid had a good heart. You can’t fake sencarity. And you can’t...

The more time I spend trying to define CuppingEars, the more questions arise, the more it changes, and the more I do, too. But I am...

I walk into a dark room. Black is the most common color. Even in shades. The walls reflect nothing, stale in their appearance. And each...

It is hard to not complain and criticize. It something I do everyday. It starts in my head, then works its way out of my mouth and into...