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Harboring treasonous thoughts or not?

In a world where the foundation is skewed towards the slow erosion of our humanity in exchange for likes and shares. I find that I have grown jaded, much to my dismay. Endeavoring to be consequential is met with a proverbial rolling of the eyes. Where admitting that you are a flawed, malleable, yet functioningContinue reading “Harboring treasonous thoughts or not?”

When memories come calling…

“You remember the most obscure stuff” is a frequent refrain that I hear from family members, perhaps it is my lot in life as the middle child that has cast this mutant ability onto my reluctant shoulders, but I don’t recall asking for it. Often the memories come rushing back with such deafening frequency thatContinue reading “When memories come calling…”

Divided loyalties – Speaking truth to myself

Life gives the contrast for appreciation, often it just requires being still, engaged in active listening. Being willing to accept what is given, regardless if it is what we want at the time. Being loyal to yourself is a concept that constantly gets lost in the realm of the esoteric. Sadly, like many of theContinue reading “Divided loyalties – Speaking truth to myself”

Friends… How many of us have them?

What are friends. If they don’t inspire you? If they don’t reflect back what was freely given Without an expectation of a ROI. Friends are always there, their presence not predicated on when they need something, as they callously sling The painful darts of… Let me, gimme, I need, can you? As these words CutContinue reading “Friends… How many of us have them?”

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”

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”