Nowadays it seems that madness is the norm, rather than the exception. My Grandmother had a saying that she relayed to my Dad when he was a child and in turn he relayed it to me and my siblings. “It starts at home and spreads abroad.” This was often the opening to one of hisContinue reading “Mandates should never go out of style – A gift from my Dad”
Author Archives: Shun P. Writes
Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Podcast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
Momma: Reflections from your son on your Birthday.
As a grown man, I can look back with clarity on years that have elapsed and for the life of me, I am at a loss as to what thought process was running through my head as a child. Many people reflect back on their respective childhoods with recollections of the difficulties that they burdenedContinue reading “Momma: Reflections from your son on your Birthday.”
So I found myself … Now what?
This picture sums up the week I spent on the Big Island. Awe inspiring; breathtaking, invigorating and reflective are some of the adjectives that come to mind. In retrospect, I was lost but was able to find myself here, but up to this point I was shamefully oblivious to the fact that I’ve been wastingContinue reading “So I found myself … Now what?”
Enlisting Father Time as my companion.
It wasn’t unlike the opening minutes of a 12 round fight; circling my antagonist with my guard up probing for any weaknesses that I could exploit to my advantage, but I quickly found there were none at my disposal. Unfortunately for me this foe is unlike any that I have encountered, my jabs will notContinue reading “Enlisting Father Time as my companion.”
My complicated but necessary relationship with “IT”
When I was a child and words failed me, I would refer to a nebulous idea or object as “It”, which would always prompt my Mother to say, “What is an it?” She went on to tell me that an “It” is an inanimate object or something without a shape or form – she encouragedContinue reading “My complicated but necessary relationship with “IT””
An ode to my brother on his Birthday.
My journey on this planet has brought me to the realization that the people that are the most responsible for your successes are those who are literally right in front of you; languishing, in relative obscurity. Often because we don’t do our due diligence in relaying our appreciation to them. In short, we don’tContinue reading “An ode to my brother on his Birthday.”
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