By the time I had entered Jr. High, my adolescent brain was in full delinquent free-fall! I wanted to skip class, throw rocks at freight trains, chug beer and stay up all night! And my friends and I did our very best (or worst, depending how you choose to look at it), to achieve said... Continue Reading →
As a child, fear of the dark is a widely accepted normalcy of urchin development. A seeming right of passage, one could say. We, adults, generally assuage this unease by turning on a night light, or leaving the door open just a bit. All of this angst is considered age appropriate. Which is why at... Continue Reading →
There's this dream that I have... I'm in a hallway, at the end of this baron corridor there is an unremarkable door lurking ajar. I know that I am supposed to go there, so on I walk, but something in me does not want to. There's an ominous foreboding clinging to my bones, but I... Continue Reading →
It was late at night, and I was the only one in the room. A beer that had fallen to neglect sat warming on my nightstand to my right. My head hung low in weighted contemplation, thoughts dragging my posture down.I'd been in the army for a little over a year at this point. I'd... Continue Reading →
This afternoon, around lunch time, I had the pleasure of stopping in for a bite at the Cactus Club on Banks Rd. Upon entry my eyes were greeted with sleek, elegant decor, where modern, impressionistic wall-art meets with stylish stone features and wooden accents. A subtle croon of upbeat jazz danced throughout the place. Of... Continue Reading →
I was sitting in my backyard this morning, dew still clung to the shaded bits of grass, the sun began crawling upward from behind the mountains. A warm caramel glaze saturated the pines on the hillside. It was a peaceful scene. The dogs were playing and jostling in the emerging sunlight. My tea rested beside... Continue Reading →
To those that have, to those that do, and to those that will...Today is June 6. A date that can easily slip past during the bustle of modern life, but a date of meaningful significance nonetheless. Some 78 years ago a little over 14,000 brave and trembling Canadians embarked on an impossible journey. Some men... Continue Reading →
"And that's exactly what I will do for the remainder of this week — my best — my best to push out the negative, invite the supportive, the warmth and compassion of love from others and self. "
Today, today I find myself standing beneath the drench of a falling sky... no concern for the chill entering my bones. I believe it was Mr. Cash that once crooned, "that old familiar sting..."