Don’t look at me, I’m hideous.

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 →

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shadows

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 →

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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 →

46- static

In Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Mr. Pirsig relates a story of some pilgrims climbing a holy mountain. Though I read it years ago, the story struck a chord with me. I paraphrase by memory: One particular climber was trudging up the mountain, his pack seemingly becoming heavier and heavier with each step.... Continue Reading →

evocative times

Evocative times we occupy at present. Lack of decorum evokes inflammation of emotion. Inflamed emotions erode sound reason. Reason is required in international and personal relations. Relations are crucial for a nation to be One. Word choice, or Language, is a window to the heart and mind. Undignified language exposes an undignified heart. Undignified hearts... Continue Reading →

Screw it.

Some days are like roller coasters; some days are like the "It's a Small World" ride at Disneyworld, or the movie "Groundhog Day." Like I'm trapped in a room with an annoying loop of some stupid pop song playing. Hit me Baby one more time, one more time, one more time, one more time, noe... Continue Reading →

an american roller coaster

When I was in the bathroom this morning, brushing my teeth and getting ready for work, I discovered this: My dear sweet wife is the only person who shares this bathroom, this drawer, and this Q-tip box with me, so there is little doubt - not even reasonable doubt - as to who left the... Continue Reading →

Resolved 2018

To listen, read and write more, and to communicate less words but more meaning. Each year for the past several, I have resolved to speak less but say as much or more. Hopefully I am making progress. Have a good year, however you define that.

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