This a photo of the novel, Bobby’s Socks. I rarely write about politics. Why? Perhaps it’s my desire not to offend and the singular idea that in my country we have certain rights. I might not agree with a view you express, but I support your right to express it. “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to Continue Reading
Paper Towels
Paper towels? The grocery store shelves stocked with plentiful paper towels. It was an odd experience since my last sojourn into the grocery store, dutifully wearing my charcoal filtered mask from when the paper product aisle appeared like abandoned metal. The toilet paper section still barren and cold. But brave stocking clerks were getting ahead of customer need. I know it. I feel it. The daily things assumed to be plentiful - no longer, the once ignored clerk, the truck driver, the Continue Reading
Dr. Birx & Random Thoughts
On December 28th, 2020, I hope to turn 55 years of age. I hope.I have hope. The hope I have gives me joy. Several years ago, for a variety of reasons, I took time to self-examine my thinking and my life journey.I’d like to share some of my observations from being self-isolated from humanity. 1. My body is closer to dying than away from my birthdate. It is simple math and benchmarking. I do rituals like eating a healthy diet, stay hydrated, keep my weight managed and exercise daily. I try to keep Continue Reading
WRITE A THANK YOU
As I’ve Aged…
It’s a frustrating time for everyone. Consider that last word, everyone, as in every person alive on planet earth. I intellectually understand my work-work life hit with the metaphorical pause button. I attempt to scratch out every opportunity. But it’s emotionally scary and I suspect physically a genetic scar. (Look up epigenetics and the potato famine) Since I’m spending A LOT of time alone here in downtown St Petersburg, I’ve been scratching my writin’ and creatin’ itch. I wrote those two Continue Reading
Voice
Voice Perhaps it’s my cynical nature, but during these uncertain times it reminds me why humans take risks.It’s a scary concept to step forward and not know if your flip-flop will find solid metaphorical ground. Ask a girl out? She might say no… A no response being a deeply personal rejection.What? Am I ugly? My point is inclusive, I can only view a life moment with clarity from my own experiences. And I never understood the pursuit narrative. Since I have time to stay-in-place, I think. I Continue Reading
Life. Death. Rebirth.
Life. Death. Rebirth. If you are a practicing Christian, today is a cool day. In my mind, it’s the point to the entire religious exercise because Jesus got back up and started walking amongst humanity. And he was moving about his old hood for quite a while before the text shares his accension. Consider that last sentence. Close your eyes and take yourself to that exact moment. What would you have thought? If you were alive during Jesus’ time, you could have watched the Romans go all Roman Continue Reading
I have something to say…
I have something to say… Have you ever been so powerless you screamed? What I’m expressing is a silent scream. You know the moment… we've all had that life situation that appears like our lives will never recover. A moment in your life when you were so poor, powerless or other that you had only an internal desire to survive. I have. I know what it feels like to put my heart and soul into a business or artistic pursuit and get a - shrugged response or worse. It hurts. It is the moment you Continue Reading
Alone On Palm Sunday
Alone On Palm Sunday I gazed outside my square windows, socially distant from reality, Protective glass dusted with greenish pollen in front of me, I tried not to sneeze; I blinked my eyelids, It scared me to sneeze, I sneezed, But I was alone, no harm, no foul, My mind whispered it was just common allergies, It was pointless to worry; I thought rationally, But my runny nose scared me as I remembered not to touch my face, I wished I had bought another box of facial tissue, but they had been Continue Reading
Foo Dogs
Foo Dogs My maternal grandparents inspired my third novel, 5th&Hope. They were part of The Greatest Generation. In 1926, they met at the corner of 5th Street and Hope Street in downtown Los Angles, California. They married in a small home in Pomona, California, and then graduated from BIOLA - Bible Institute of Los Angeles. If you are curious, remember the “Jesus Saves” signs from pop culture? Those signs went up above the now gone BIOLA building - AFTER my grandparents had left Los Continue Reading
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