Soon I leave my neighborhood of eighteen years. Rare is the day I don’t mutter the words, “I won’t miss this…” That statement is a tired one and comes from a thoughtless place. For all its flaws, this home has been a good one. It’s the only one […]
When I was very young, someone prophesied over me: You shall be like a pillar, strong enough to support a building, and when the building shakes, even should other pillars weaken and break, you will remain strong enough to keep the structure stable. If the prophet could have […]
When my wife and I were two thirds of a young three person unit, we drove ninety minutes in response to a too-good-to-be true ad for a low miles used minivan at an amazing price. The skeptic in me considered it could be a phony lure, so I […]
This morning’s episode of “That Confounding Novel” has been preempted by a Friday write. Freedom variety. I awoke at three-blah in the morning, to the nagging of a full bladder and the devilish laughter of a migraine. And something else: words that have been echoed in various sequences […]
The older I become, the less interested I am in hearing people’s advice. If the person shares their supposed wisdom by way of a screen, especially when it comes with the precursor––most people don’t know…, I am out. I don’t need to know what most people don’t know. […]
She wore a black surgical mask, the nurse with the golden eyes. She introduced herself before I went under, though I couldn’t tell you her name. It was she who later woke me, told me all is well, and the response dropped from my sleepy mouth—your eyes are […]
You are smarter than I was at your age, but I urge you not to take much solace in that. When faced with world altering decisions, your brain can betray you. The smarter you are, the louder the what ifs. I remember the feeling distinctly from that time […]
A pot maker does not mold a lump of clay into the shape he wants. If he is good at what he does, the potter asks the clay what it wants to be and makes it that. I’ve been working a particular lump of clay for nearly eighteen […]
This road only goes one way: the way it’s going. You can imagine it’s not so, that the road could veer this way or that; perhaps it could even turn backward and take you to places you’ve already been. Remove the idea of could from that notion, and you may […]
I never got to swim with turtles. This was one of lowlights from my first and second to last cruise, a dozen or so years ago. It was to be one of those guided experiences you pay extra for, the kind that are often underwhelming, but I believed […]
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