This is a first draft. Please judge it as such. Mom told me that shooting stars were just falling angels wasting wishes from heaven. She said - wish on that falling angel honey, and maybe it’s wish will become yours. I wasn’t sure I believed it but I did as she told me to and… Continue reading Shooting Stars – a story
When I lost mom I felt like I was falling. Falling and would never stop falling. There was only down. When my mom entered hospice it came with it a surreal feeling of deja vu. Wasn’t she already IN hospice care? You see, for several months mom’s health had been declining and in that she… Continue reading There Is Only Down
In which I talk about surviving the holidays.
When it comes to the end of the year and holidays, we sure do get possessive of things. Our Once In A While faith becoming ingrained dogma so that anyone that doesn’t celebrate things the way we feel that they should is shamed and castigated. You’re Doing It Wrong we shout! How Dare You! We… Continue reading Make It Yours
When I was a kid I had a handful of things I wanted to do. I wanted to do the things that I thought would be fun and make my life happy. It doesn’t mean I COULD do those things, but I wanted to. The ceiling started pushing down on me though in 9th grade… Continue reading Through
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a cartoonist. I am sure that in the annals of this nonsensical blog I have talked about that to some degree. I loved drawing, all over the place, but I really loved drawing weird faces. The problem there was that I didn’t draw bodies, or scenes,… Continue reading Inspirations, Aspirations, and The Big Dumb But
That saying can be a blessing and curse, I suppose. King would talk about the Wheel of Ka, a sort of folksy DARK TOWER version of karma, and how it would all come around. Maybe that’s so. The good and the bad. The sin and the blessing. We, the holy damned. When I lost my… Continue reading …Comes Around
In which I talk about the struggles we face and the need to help one another through them.
rough draft of a story i wrote this week before finding out about the loss of a friend who took their own life. this story feels very raw and real to me but i think there's a sort of truth in that that maybe someone can get somthing from. There was no flash. No revelation.… Continue reading A Fall – a story
Being just shy of forty-five, I have worked a lot of jobs. A lot of jobs. I started working when I was a teenager, doing occasional yard work for a neighbor for $5 an hour, which at the time seemed pretty amazing. From there I worked with my sister cleaning a couple offices my dad… Continue reading The Dark Days