Category: writing

You Can Hear Me, Minnie

The first evidence of our pug’s hearing loss was her sudden disinterest in barking at the garbage man. We mistook it for age related apathy at the time, the same sort that overtakes older humans, should we live long enough. Then she stopped noticing when people walked into […]

Your Bloody Fingers

For my forty-ninth birthday, I’ve gifted myself a story about a guy with a problem similar to my own. After writing this quirky piece, I’m no closer to knowing why this problem persists for me. At least I had fun writing. Enjoy! “Happy birthday, Henry.” “Oh! Thanks. Surprised […]

Happens To You Smile

“Active Bodies, Quiet Minds” You will find those words displayed in every H-Wise yoga studio you enter. I was not the first to come up with the phrase, but I was the first to register the trademark. For good measure, I also trademarked busy bodies, still minds; working […]

There Are No Birthdays

If the saxophone is the world’s sexiest instrument, the baritone sax must be its tubby sister no one wants to date. While the sax is out front getting glory, hitching itself to names like Coltrane, Parker, and Getz, the bari hangs behind, nameless and faceless. I’m one of […]

Get Your Head Out Of The Game

“You taught me the courage of stars before you left.How light carries on endlessly, even after death.”Saturn – Sleeping At Last We’ve been binging episodes of Friday Night Lights at my house. It’s an entertaining and addictive show that’s only nominally about football and much more about teen […]

Nobody Wants To Be Anywhere

“Nobody wants to be anywhere. Nobody likes anything.”Jerry Seinfeld – 23 Hours To Kill If there’s a single statement which accurately describes the spirit of our age, these words from Seinfeld do as well as any. He finishes the thought by saying, “We’re cranky, we’re irritable, and we’re […]

The Birthday Stealer

It’s time again for my annual birthday story. Writers sometimes talk of stories that write themselves. The older I get, the more elusive I find such stories to be. This one, however, did write itself. Channeling this tale brought me comfort; I hope it does the same for […]