We all have our morning [or evening] wake-up process. Over the past few years, I've developed a theory, a wake-up theory. I've come to believe that we are all capable of great things when we wake up. Please keep in mind that I'm being literal, and not speaking in some kind of spooky code. Here … Continue reading Wake Up And Be Brilliant
Homes are abandoned every day, by all sorts of people, including mothers and fathers. So this morning when I spotted a bird's nest from the back porch, the very first thought, thankfully it's not spring. My first thankful of the day, but only the first of many. J.S. September 21, 2019
To Myself, When I woke up this morning and made the discovery, nothing, not one tear. It happened just as I had expected, and all of the signs had warned me of. The knowing and the seeing can at times still seem like a curse instead of a necessary discerning qualifier. It's not that I … Continue reading Universe University, Not One Tear
Dear Universe, There I go again, writing notes to our Universe. Since we're all here, I'll take this opportunity to speak (write) a few words on the subject. It might seem strange, someone writing notes to the Universe. After all, why would anyone in their right, or left mind, make correspondence to our Universe? First, … Continue reading Dear Universe,
Damages 4, Another Bus Ride Are you down? Is your imagination down? How 'bout it, one more time? Relax, keep your eyes open though, so that you can read. What a beautiful warm sunny day, not quite hot, with a just enough wind. The weekend was not a mirage, not having to work today feels … Continue reading Damages 4, Another Bus Ride
The necessity of pain, who would we be without it? We will never know. For those individuals spending their entire life reliving the pain with each pull of a trigger, it can be a never-ending story, not unlike the movie Groundhog Day. (I recommend the movie) Like most of what I write, this piece comes … Continue reading Damages 3, Flashbacks
INTRODUCTION Warning, kind of a long read, but worth it... Writing used to be such an unclimbable mountain to me, something that I would never be able to achieve in my life. In fact, I didn't like writing. The love that I used to have for reading has been transformed into a new love for … Continue reading Damages Part 2, The World is a Serial Killer.
Owning Your Shit, Part 1 Keeping Your Power This post is copied from my column. I write for the Adams County Drug Court Newsletter. My people, the recovering addict and alcoholic. I listen to their words, read their testimonials, and I feel their pain. Their struggle is my struggle. Not only is the struggle real, … Continue reading Owning Your Shit Part 1, Keeping Your Power