It’s not that I can’t sleep, it’s that I don’t, I won’t. Petulant, I refuse. I will not rest in my pointless desire to control the outcome of a million variables. My mind is a fairground. The impossible isn’t quite. The colors are bright and varied. The inaccessible is within reach. I skip, awake, laughing,…
She was crying hysterically as she drove her car down I-75. The tears blurred her vision, but she knew the way home. Home. “How could she go home in this state?” She thought to herself, “I can’t let the children see me like this.” …and her husband, he’d had more than enough of the misery. …
Have you ever felt like there’s an emptiness in your life? A certain nagging dissatisfaction? A longing for something unnamed? You try to fill the void by overindulging in pleasurable acts, like shopping, eating, drinking, sex…the problem is that the hole has no bottom, it is infinite. For a while you are satisfied with the…
I was sitting in a comfy chair watching my cat as she happily purred, kneaded and clawed my bathrobe. Divinely relaxed as she was, every noise, movement or change in lighting, caused an immediate shift in her attention. Though she continued to purr, her focus was elsewhere for a moment. Once the interruption ceased or…
Forgiveness is an art, and I am far from a master. I can forgive well enough to get past the anger, temporarily at least, and do the right thing, preform the task at hand…show kindness to those who have hurt me. Completely letting go, however, forgetting, is another matter altogether. It’s not that I can’t…
The stunning beauty of nature and man found one winter on Lake Michigan.
It’s easy to keep the faith when times are good. When times are tough, however, when uncertainty reigns, it’s not so simple, is it? …not quite so easy. Staying positive and knowing all will unfold as it’s meant to; learning the lessons set before us and rolling with the waves of stormy seas, is what…
Uprooted. The weather takes its toll. Affected by the wind and rain, the early darkness of the winter months, snow. Is it the weather alone, or has nature herself, conspired with my soul to produce the perfect backdrop to my mood? Whatever the cause, the effect is apparent. No longer grounded in the earth, floating…
So here we go again. I know what my next book will be about. The basic flow, the chronology of events, is worked out in my head. I’ve named the characters, visualized the settings, and have begun to put pen to paper. (I like to start with paper and pen, then move over to the…
The year has begun to round out. Now, we as a nation, ceremonially give thanks over a ritual feast. But what are we to be thankful for exactly? Staggering unemployment? Mounting death tolls in a Biblical war with no beginning and no end? Degradation of civility and a multitude of freedoms? Dereliction of duty? Growing…