I told Brother Pablo I feel this need to speak with someone about some things and he said maybe I should. He asked “how will you do it” and stayed silent so I could answer. “Words aren’t enough but maybe I can figure out how to paint the picture I see and to play the… Continue reading Words Aren’t Enough
Month: September 2020
Almost A Millionaire
The bit coin scammer tried to convince me to invest some money with him and seemed dumbfounded when I told him I was independently wealthy and didn’t require any more. “Everyone needs more money, even you.” “Not me, I am almost a millionaire.” “Josh, that is not that much. How close are you to being… Continue reading Almost A Millionaire
It Is Diabolical
I was 3.5 miles into my walk and heading home when I felt my blood sugar drop and realized the last section was going to be ugly. Didn’t have any snacks or water on me and I remembered I am too damn big to be carried home and there wasn’t any one around to carry… Continue reading It Is Diabolical
How Does A Father Mourn
Grandpa cried when I told him that Uncle Mark had died but he was stone faced the day of Grandma’s funeral. I stood next to him while we said Kaddish graveside and he held onto my shoulder. I felt him wobble once or twice, but he never faltered. We made eye contact once or twice… Continue reading How Does A Father Mourn
