The Overcast Sunday of God
On this lovely, overcast Sunday, I contemplate the strangeness in life. I would contemplate the normalcy in life if I knew anything about being normal. Behaviorists try to bring people to an acceptable… Continue reading
On this lovely, overcast Sunday, I contemplate the strangeness in life. I would contemplate the normalcy in life if I knew anything about being normal. Behaviorists try to bring people to an acceptable… Continue reading
Ever have one of those dreams where you think you’re a dancer living in another country, they use whipped cream (fully clothed) when they’re dancing and you think you’re so great at it–only… Continue reading
Have you ever dreamed that some poor teenage girl was raped in her parents home, had a baby because of it, her attacker went to jail and now she’s being told he has… Continue reading
How many people with 6 decades of life in back of them can say, “I have no regrets?” Only the ones who are delusional. How many people approaching retirement age can say they… Continue reading
Have you ever fallen asleep at 6pm just to awaken at 11:30pm because your underarms are chapped and the only thing you can find to relieve the incessant desire to scratch is feminine… Continue reading
As I sit through the 3am toothache with Viszla mutt at my feet, I contemplate a couple of replies I’ve written on other peoples blogs within the past few days. Yes, I’m waiting… Continue reading
Short answer: Yes, it can happen. It takes building a bridge over time using a foundation of consistency and the willingness to see past your prejudices. Long answer: My degree is in… Continue reading
This is break week. No, not as in spring break, but as in “to Break” in it’s purest form and in every sense, senses, since and scents of the word. Do you sense… Continue reading
I was in a school courtyard walking along a path with my dogs through the center of it. I arrived at the exit, walking toward my car with my oldest dog by my… Continue reading
This was my father in boxing wear (circa 1942) This was my mother as a young woman (circa early 1930’s) ??? Ever feel like you’re locked in a room with Dorothy singing,… Continue reading