Four or eight years from now, no matter who wins the presidency, we’ll still have the same problems in this country because, as usual, we’re not having the right conversation. Which makes me an angry voter, too. Not at immigrants or whatever other issue so many blame on ineffective government, but because I can’t … Continue reading
For once I agree with republicans. Watching the latest debate (because I’m a glutton for punishment), the journalist’s questions often exposed their ridiculous desire to stir up controversy by pitting one candidate against another (e.g., asking Huckabee if Trump had the moral authority to unite the country), instead of discussing issues in detail. If … Continue reading
Sometimes I forget how to write. It seems impossible, the act of an imbecile stumbling through the vicissitudes wondering why the gods of creativity pointed their stifling fingers in my direction and declared, no more musings out of you. No matter the effort, every chosen word falls dead flat on the page, beyond resuscitation. Doubts … Continue reading
This blog has been getting a little dusty, guess I should post something. What follows is an excerpt from an environmentally focused book I’ve been trying to write, as well as a couple of pictures I’ve taken. I was on an early morning flight to Cincinnati in a small propeller plane. It was a … Continue reading
A friend told me a while ago that my desire to write and publish, as well as having this blog, exposed my desire for fame. I’m not sure I convinced him that I wanted nothing to do with fame. Not that I’m immune to wanting a little attention, or recognition, for creating something of value. … Continue reading
(this is an old post I’m replaying, because I want to…) My spiritual advisor taught me how to communicate with trees, but I confronted her after my first attempt didn’t go over too well. That tree you sent me to told me to get lost. She gave me a look of disdain. What did you … Continue reading
Book Excerpt. In the darkness and drunkenness, the bodies mingling around me faded to faceless silhouettes, the haze of booze covering us in its intoxicated fog. Except for Fran. She reclined in her chair as the center of attention, letting her long slender legs dangle from her slinky black dress, offering them up as the night’s delicacy while playing … Continue reading
Story Excerpt “Let’s dance,” she said, and raised her hands into the air, gyrating against me. I kept asking myself why I didn’t just walk away. This wasn’t what I wanted. As long as the music played she continued to drink, and at one point forced me to dance. I wasn’t in the … Continue reading
I think we should stop calling radical thugs terrorists. I suspect they feed off that label, especially angry young recruits looking for a home in which to vent their frustrations. The thought of being a terrorist probably gets them off. Instead we should label them for what they are, such as a band of unbalanced, … Continue reading
She went on to tell me about a previous job and eventually I shared one of my own. I sipped on my beer and kept at it all night – a bottle to help me cope with my unbalanced life. I contributed little to the conversation and was relieved when our shuttle bus finally picked … Continue reading
