Sit your rump down somewhere – A wake up call

I’ve often made mention of the high esteem that I hold my late paternal Grandmother and my Great Aunt in. I have the distinction of them serving as my Guardian Angels and my muses – as they consistently provide me an inexhaustible source of inspiration, guidance and if that wasn’t enough, ensuring that I survivedContinue reading “Sit your rump down somewhere – A wake up call”

Birthday reflections: A letter to Shun P.

What can I say or give to you on your birthday? Would the typical platitudes of shouting Happy Birthday in concert with a balloon drop suffice? I’m inclined to think that it will not. I wanted to give you something of substance, provided that you are open to accept it. I want to speak truthContinue reading “Birthday reflections: A letter to Shun P.”

Courage of your convictions? Not behind an avatar it isn’t.

I am a relic of a bygone era and the realization of this fact saddens me. I came from an time where corporal punishment featured creative uses of the belt, hands, broomsticks, shoes and the like in response to various acts of malfeasance. I don’t intend for this to be a treatise on how wellContinue reading “Courage of your convictions? Not behind an avatar it isn’t.”

Keeping my balance

Pride and humility have been two elements that have had a tenuous a tug-of-war battle of sorts in my life. Strangely enough, they have experienced difficulty with their co-existence, much to my dismay. In my life I have had a heavy servings of pride, but not unlike a child with a mandate to eat hisContinue reading “Keeping my balance”

A kick in pants from God with my cousin used as the vessel – A short story

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”

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”