There should be a cap, or a release valve on feelings. Anger, happiness, angst, sadness, I want to experience them, I don’t want to be numb, but I think sometimes my feelings are on steroids. I’m going through some variation of the same things other people are going through, but it’s as if I’m experiencing…
Some days are good days and others are “fill that stupid water thing I’m supposed to use for hiking up with premium vodka and strap it to me” days. I can usually feel a bad day coming on. It’s been a crappy week or I know things are brewing. I follow the monthly horoscope, I…
There are people, a handful in a lifetime, that are so pure in their intention it actually takes your breath away. People that see where they are needed most, regardless of title or accolade. People with the excitement of youth tempered by the patience of age. They are the ones we turn to when things…
What does it mean to remember, to never forget? Past the bumper stickers and the rolling banner on CNN, beyond the theme music. It’s probably different for everyone and I wonder if there are those, still overcome with grief, that wish they could forget. I didn’t lose anyone on 9/11. I know a few distant…
Remember Kraft Singles? Or folding a piece of Oscar Meyer baloney in half and biting a hole in the center? Michael asked me these two questions last night. We’ve been married a long time. I had a crap day and after talking with him I went to bed a little lighter, a little less adult.…
I really only pray for one thing. I think what I do is still called praying. I don’t believe in or belong to a particular religion and I don’t read specific books or how-to manuals regarding God or Jesus, or the host of other characters. I don’t go to church or kneel down to pray.…
It’s possible there is something wrong with me. I mean more than just my usual human deficiencies. This goes beyond my normal neuroticness (not a word, but it should be), past the fact that I leave my shoes around the house. It seems bigger than the fact that I organize things and then can never…
I wasn’t going to write about this, but my question needs to be asked, so here goes… I’m confused about the George Zimmerman verdict. To my knowledge, this man was investigated the night of and following the tragic incident. Police made the determination, after reviewing the facts, that Zimmerman was overzealous, didn’t follow the directions…
Hold on, hold on to yourself…this is gonna hurt like hell. I posted this just under a year ago. In light of Boston and Texas, it seems appropriate. Songs convey emotion that words alone can not. Loss is universal and the pain reminds us all that we can hurt in ways we never knew possible.…