I have developed a habit of saying “Hi Dad” every time I pass a particular picture knowing the man in the photo isn’t going to respond. Sometimes when no one else is around I stare into the bright blue eyes and dare him to make like Gumby and step out of the picture and try… Continue reading Flummoxed By The Flim-Flam
Month: March 2019
She Talks With Her Hands
The music plays and the familiar melody and words remind me of who I was and I am but doesn’t answer who I might yet one day be. Please come to LA to live forever California life alone is just too hard to build I live in a house that looks out over the ocean… Continue reading She Talks With Her Hands
Could You Start Over?
“For what it’s worth… it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope… Continue reading Could You Start Over?
The Dishonest Honesty Of Writing
“If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is overwhelming, he will refuse to believe it. If, on the other hand, he is offered something which affords a reason for acting in accordance to his instincts, he will accept it even on… Continue reading The Dishonest Honesty Of Writing
