We run with so much vigor when we're young, so eager to get to the next milestone. My grandmother used to remind me "Don't wish your life away, honey. . ." but I would laugh at the impossibility of that and ignore the deeper meaning. In college I was so caught up in figuring out... Continue Reading →
she turns away again and he retreats she calls and he can't talk she asks and he doesn't hear he gestures but she doesn't see he offers but she is distracted he speaks but the wind carries his words away they love by different means each gives but neither receive both stay because both believe... Continue Reading →
Balance is challenging but essential. This is not just an abstract, new agey concept, but a very practical one. Without balance we topple, or at least we wobble. From fighters to yogis, we must find our centers. This, for me anyway, is often easier said than done. Work vs. Family; Faith vs. Reason; Conservative vs.... Continue Reading →
Today is my oldest son's birthday. He is 17. He seems to be ok. Not sure how many times I've wondered if he or I would make it even this far but today I have realistic hope that he will be a functioning, responsible adult. Someday. Still have miles to go, but I think he's... Continue Reading →
So much arguing and so little clarity about so many things. So many people bicker over ideas without defining the terms they are using as they sling their words. But the definitions make all the difference. Some recognize this and use the unrecognized dissonance to their advantage and some assume both sides of the argument... Continue Reading →
Shuffling about and mumbling but often arriving early, his presence is consuming dark, brooding and burly. Even for those prepared he shows up unexpected, smearing salt into the wounds of relationships neglected. Suspicious shadows precede him and linger long after; allow a smile nearby and he'll make guilt out of laughter. In the cloudiest or... Continue Reading →
In January of 2013, I taught a short series of classes on Changing Attitudes. Looking back at my journal, I'm pretty sure I didn't learn the lessons I was trying to teach, considering that judging by some of my recent entries here, I'm still more critical and more of a complainer than I should be.... Continue Reading →
Dark, dank, moldy cell Back of truck, personal hell human cargo is not the past still alive, spreading fast she wakes up, sees the day wishes she hadn't just wanted to play edge of yard seemed safe enough he was friendly when he drove up offered her money to go for a ride in a... Continue Reading →
I'm no Jimmy Buffet. I already know there's no woman to blame for my troubles, if I'm honest about it, though sometimes I blame her anyway. I've tried a rum drink in the Caribbean and couldn't tolerate it. I'm not a fan of sand in places where it grinds off skin, and I won't wear... Continue Reading →
