bp 132/96 pulse 116 altered no. 159 women's pro 1/2 gmsr stage 3 VT116 at Tyler Bridge Rd 09032023 10:32 am et... Hold that thought. I was late But there was a consolation prize to probably missing my brother slog... Read more →
On August 13, 2022 I published Door Number Two. You don't have to read (or reread it), but I needed to. Also, this won't carry much of a punch if you don't. Whatever, your choice. I set this particular post... Read more →
It's not what I expected. In 2017 I was acutely aware that I was working cheek to jowl with an entirely other generation. We had different ways of looking at things, but I didn't experience conflict. Mostly there were a... Read more →
She said: It feels like everyone is dying on me. I said: That's not true. And immediately regretted it. If she feels like everyone is dying on her, then that's the truth. At least her truth. I understand that. Some... Read more →
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June 04, 2023
It's June 4. I haven't been out here in two months. Not dead. Still breathing. Eventually I'll feel like writing again. Read more →
A couple of months ago, the very shy 9-year old and his not quite as shy 7-year old cousin knocked on my back door. My back door is my office door behind which you're likely to find me anytime between... Read more →
Stop, he said. Just stop. Stop what you're doing and come out here. Why? I'm not done. Really, stop now, come out here. It was probably close to 2am and no one was done. Because he is Ben, I eventually... Read more →
April 22, 1971: Walt Kelly suggested that the enemy was us. He was talking about the state of the planet, but aren't human rights part of that state? I've been down this rabbit hole before and it's almost always the... Read more →
Abso-fucking-lutely no more reading of anything by anyone and C.S. Lewis has performed the triple hat trick of literature. EVERYONE is offended. I was a secular child raised by an atheist and a lapsed Methodist of the midwestern variety which... Read more →
On Sunday evening, April 13, 1980 I am in a car with my mother traveling from the drop zone to the bar where skydivers gather at the end of a jump day and I am exhausted. And probably no longer... Read more →