Leavin’ on a Jet Plane
I have to be at the Newark airport at 3:30 AM to fly out to Memphis, which happens to be the closest airport to my Father’s house in Missouri. There are no trains running to Central Jersey at that...
View ArticleSnowy, but not cold.
A response to my last post, I suppose. It’s all snowy again. Now it looks like February. Psychologically, winter doesn’t hit me like it used to. I don’t feel the same about it anymore. It used to be...
View ArticleMy Teachers (Part one)
How did I get here? More importantly, how do I keep going? Teachers. Masters in their own right…and I’m talking about people who teach as their professional career and others that I’ve considered...
View ArticleWarmth in a Great Storm
It would be a brutal shame for me to delete the previous post, because what we see illustrated in the ranting & raving voice of “I’m going to walk away from all this and quit,” is character growth....
View ArticleOn the Ocean at 7AM
This is it. Wednesday I start a job that will conclude each shift at 7AM. What an amazing gift. I’ll bring my running shoes to work. At the end of my shift, I’ll smell the salty sea air and jog down...
View ArticleA Decade of Slowly Opening Eyes
I smoke a clove cigarette I don’t need as I watch traffic pass by. My arm slinks gently outside the window to keep most of the trailing smoke from blowing in. The summer has broken. The air outside is...
View ArticleWisdom (Teeth), Education (Loans), and the Greatness of Great-grandpa Dave.
Well, the insurance company paid for about $30 of my triple wisdom tooth extraction ($1080), leaving me with a $1050 bill. No, this isn’t an argument for the public option or for HC reform. Instead of...
View ArticleWho Speaks for This Man?
Every time I attempt to define myself, it’s a war of weird conflicting ideologies and expectations. Magic rituals share space with chemical systems. Literary creations speak in their own voices,...
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“You have the life I wanted,” he says.
As a kid I had this idea of success in measurements of fame and wealth, which are understandable measurements–even for an adult. I had no shortage of plans for my adult-self, which included being an...
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Writing, Shame, and Wasted Time
I don’t write negative posts anymore unless they’re about some legislation that just passed or something in the entertainment world that annoys me. Contrast this to my journal from when I was a kid,...
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