Face Time and Flying Monkeys

Thursday, October 24th, 2013

I’ve had it with distracted drivers. Too many folks are texting, putting on makeup, even eating while behind the wheel. Crawling along crowded streets. Racing down freeways. Dragging the rest of us along, they’re accidents on their way to a happening. I’ve had it and I’m spoiling for some Face Time. That’s right. I’m seeing […]

Beatin’ Down

Monday, September 9th, 2013

Our normal impulse is to avoid pain. However many of us unknowingly chase after the very thing that causes it. Not only that, but when pain comes, we rarely blame the source. Instead, we blame ourselves, believing that we must have done something to deserve it. That’s a dangerous road, fraught with slippery slopes. No […]

Buckets, Kleenex & Never Again (Maybe)

Thursday, June 21st, 2012

Last week, I cried so much that I couldn’t see straight. Oh wait – I couldn’t see straight because I didn’t have my glasses. Scratch that. Let’s just say I cried buckets. Not because I had to start over with the narrative for my new story. Though with 10K words already written, having to go back […]

The Glass Box

Thursday, June 16th, 2011

The ‘glass box’ he had called it when they were together. The twenty-fourth floor condo with views all the way out to the eastern coast; and to the south, the city skyscrapers with their nightly, sparkling display of lights. Now with the windows opaqued, her glass box in the sky was a tomb filled with […]

The Bayou

Friday, June 4th, 2010

I can’t write. I finally have to admit that I’ve hit a barrier. Not writer’s block, more like a bottomless depth of feeling; too many sadnesses and not enough words for expressing them. Memorial Day memories, the destruction of the Gulf Coast shoreline, an unexpected passing, betrayals. I find myself lost in a bayou of […]

Boxers and Broken Hearts

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

  A professional boxer is popularly considered to have hands that are deadly weapons. Saying “I have a broken heart” is akin to climbing into the ring with one, being pummeled to a pulp, and then saying “I have an owie.” Heartbreak is not an instantaneous event that leaves a few pieces that can be […]

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