the unloved

What is it like to be unfamiliar with the warm security of the love of a fellow human? I can't say for sure, but I imagine it to be like an arctic tundra: cold, barren, non-nourishing, and no particular points of interest. Except worse. No hope of a home somewhere offering relief. Ever felt like... Continue Reading →

memoria

50 year birthday. Thanksgiving. Christmas Season. One son in college and another with his first car. It has all piled up on me. As I was driving to meet a couple of new clients this morning, my mind was flooded with memories. It was like watching an old 8mm film of my life, projected onto... Continue Reading →

make. it. work.

I'm thankful for my family. No really. I am. I know that sounds trite this time of year, but hear me out. I have seen one too many families fall apart. Maybe some not so much "fell apart," as were violently but slowly and agonizingly pulled apart by seemingly invisible, giant claws. Decisions. Mine is... Continue Reading →

50 yr eval

I turned 50 about a month ago. I have yet to reach an age for which I'm not ready, where I feel like I haven't accomplished enough for my age, or at which I am dissatisfied with who or what I am. 50 is no exception. I have learned some things in the last year... Continue Reading →

of chrysalis and ash

A chrysalis is the shell, or bag - the container - in which a caterpillar becomes a butterfly. The idea of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly is amazing and inspiring to any elementary school student, but sadly, many adults never look at this metamorphosis from a more mature perspective. A Butterfly undergoes its metamorphosis in... Continue Reading →

Still Phlegm

In my last entry, I referred to my present health and career crisis as a storm. I considered and then wrote about how it built up and finally blew up. In explaining this to my present clients, I even drew a picture of a mushroom cloud as an illustration of my job situation. 44 The Lord hurled a... Continue Reading →

The Washingtons (ep.9)

She hardly caught an ounce of sleep the night before her alarm awakened her for her appointment. Reagan had taken the kids to school so that she could sleep in a little, both of them knowing sleep would be difficult due to nerves. After he returned home to pick her up, they loaded and got... Continue Reading →

The Washingtons (ep.4)

Adopted. Some people ignorantly attach a stigma to that word. Unity doesn't though. She was born at an early age to her natural mom and mom's boyfriend at the time. One August day when she was around 5 years old, her mom dropped her off in the morning at the Playworld to be picked up... Continue Reading →

disillusion me

Disillusionment: a feeling of disappointment resulting from the discovery that something is not as good as one believed it to be. So is it a good thing or a bad thing? I think it's healthy but no more fun than a shot in the buttocks for a ten year old. Children seem to enjoy their illusions:... Continue Reading →

crush

opening my eyes in the morning is often like the elevator doors opening after a solo ride from the top floor of the sears tower down to the fifth floor i've been comfortable for some time, enjoying a not-too-hot not-too-cold pleasant temperature and some instrumental music in dim lighting and solitude and then the doors... Continue Reading →

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