My father’s death is bigger than a planet, bigger than the gravity wells worlds make, that stars stir up after … Continue Reading Forty Years Later: Remembering Dad
I used to think I wasn’t suitable for groups: being part of a group, taking part in a group. By groups … Continue Reading Groups, Mania, Sharpies And A Restless Mind
The writer Anne Lamott says writers are observers on the sidelines, that writers are off to the side, observing and … Continue Reading Some Thoughts On “The Cheese”
It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.
Tormented, Yet Functional Sometimes it feels like maybe… maybe… the demons have finally gone away. Years of dealing with depression … Continue Reading Tormented, Yet Functional
About Time The beginning of time The end of time Ancient time Modern time The sands of time Once upon … Continue Reading It’s “About Time”
Last night I dreamt not that I went to Manderlay again, but, rather, I dreamt I went to heaven. No, … Continue Reading Book Heaven
The Last Hour . It was just the two of us in the small room. You and I. They had … Continue Reading Death of a Child, Birth of an Adult (Part Two: The Last Hour)
Close your eyes and try to remember what you were doing in 1980. Maybe you were celebrating the birth of … Continue Reading Death of a Child, Birth of an Adult
This week, I turned 53. Fuck. Though not for the reasons you might think. Age is a number, a marker of … Continue Reading The Time, Where Does It Go?
According to my mom, I asked for a little brother several times. I don’t remember this. In 1971, during the … Continue Reading Remembering David