Would somebody hand me the plaster so I can patch the hole that all my memories are pouring through — I don’t fear the past. I don’t hide under the covers or sneak into the closet when it comes calling. I don’t line up regrets and call them out one by one so I can feel better about where I’m at right now. About the kind of person, I became. …

The unexpected detours Death throws in our way — Death is not just the act of one person leaving. It’s the beginning of a series of actions that spreads out like ripples in a pond, affecting other areas of our lives and those around us. When my father dropped dead in front of me in July of 1966, I…

It could happen — Saw an elephant at the gas station the other day. It was driving an RV with a GOP sticker stuck to the rear bumper right next to one for the NRA. I thought that was odd. Filling up with 92 unleaded, when his wife’s head stuck out the passenger window…

In life, I’m getting tired of comparing and contrasting with others and feel the growing need for a good F**k it — Jets are big, powerful, and capable of flight. People are big, powerful, and capable of flight as well — only a metaphorical one and not the actual liftoff we see at Cape Canaveral. And while a Boeing 757 needs a runway a mile long to get safely into the air…

When you want something bad enough, it can happen — Charlie was my grandfather’s idea. Said I reminded him of a buddy he knew in the army. A guy who carried an old Zippo lighter that he kept snapping shut as he talked. Used it like a period to end a sentence. He never smoked cigarettes though, but Grandpa had…

And put his childhood firmly behind him — I liked being ten years old. It was halfway between an embryo and a legal adult. Someone who had the protections of still being a kid and the wisdom to know that he wasn’t, not really, but not yet an adult either. That there was still time before responsibility set…

Really … — I read, a lot. Mostly online. Then afterwards often find myself slapping the side of my head with the palm of my hand, thinking — why do I torture myself? Why read all the bad news, then feel bad and have to answer questions from my wife about why I’m…

Because him not being a Republican just isn’t good enough anymore and it’s getting kind of dangerous — This article wouldn’t be necessary if President Biden’s approval ratings rose slightly higher than that of Darth Vader’s for being a good Dad. Seems the man is held to a different standard. Something to consider. It’s been almost three years since Joe Biden was elected President. Verified as President through…

A childhood trauma is not easily forgotten — Houses were close together in Brooklyn. Space was in short supply, neighbors weren’t. Our bathroom window opened onto an alley, eight-feet wide, that led to the backyards on either side. We played there. Laughed there. Grew taller but not always smarter there. …