“Have an opening for a single?” I said. The young, dark-haired assistant golf professional separated from me by a square plastic barrier. He wore a greenish healthcare worker mask. The pro shop appeared like every golf pro shop scattered across planet earth with copious glove, golf balls, and hats, shirts emblazoned with the club logo available for a quick sale. Outside the long horizontal windows the green grass course active with golfers driving white battery powered carts Continue Reading
Love You, My Friend
When moved I create free-formed poems. This is a short 1 minute read... I know the last months and days have shot my anxiety level up into deep space. I tend to get a bit mean and nasty which is not helpful. I am gifted at self-sabotage. I thought this morning what if we could all go back in time and be an innocent child? Thus the photo - that is me from about eight years of age. Check out my bowl cut, innocent face and curious eyes… # Love You, My Friend I would open my heart, Continue Reading