Sometimes I fear that this book has a life of its own. At other times I have the sneaking suspicion that it would be content to remain nebulous and untold. But, this is a request that I am unable to honor. I was awakened from a light sleep that was brought about from my frustrationContinue reading “A kick in pants from God with my cousin used as the vessel – A short story”
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The Staring Match
There has been a host of consistent interactions throughout my time on this planet. As of late it would seem that the eternal staring match that has ensued between me and the contemporary form “papyrus” has been something that I have been unable to dispense myself of. Whether it has been in the form ofContinue reading “The Staring Match”
Our metamorphosis hurts, because it has to
I stopped what I understood to be a foolish concept of making resolutions at the start of a New Year a long time ago. I exchanged this for a commitment to resolve to build upon what I learned during the confines of each day and carry that into the next. Growth and maturity walks inContinue reading “Our metamorphosis hurts, because it has to”
My corporal punishment was unconditional love
I grew up in the latter half of the 1970’s and the early 1980’s, where corporal punishment was the rule of thumb. My parents scoffed at the concept of sparing the rod, breaking the rod was probably more in line with their philosophy. In retrospect I am grateful that the rod was not withheld andContinue reading “My corporal punishment was unconditional love”
The footprints always lead forward, if you care to listen
Silence brings clarity if you search hard enough
Mandates should never go out of style – A gift from my Dad
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”
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