Category: Musing

Someone told me to pay attention to how people respond to my grief by being aware of who told me to suck it up and who would not run if I stood up and screamed. I thought about the screaming part for a while and wondered what happen I started screaming, if I howled and… Continue reading Remember When I Cared

I am a 50 year-old man who is struggling with some of the gifts that have been given to me courtesy of the mileage I have put on this magic instrument we call a body. My mornings are punctuated with wondering a series of me flip flopping my way off of the bed as I… Continue reading The Salacious & Sinful Signs Of Simple Simon

I can’t explain the momentary lapse of reason or loss of awareness that made me drive across the tracks while the red light was flashing and the guards were coming down because I don’t make a habit of trying to beat the train. So I’ll start this post, words about the inside of June with… Continue reading Words About The Inside Of June

I am not sure when Till Tomorrow became one of my favorite songs but I can’t tell you when lots of things happen. Sometimes you don’t notice what you have until you don’t or until something else highlights a particular change. If you want you can blame the new glasses for making me see and… Continue reading He Didn’t Say Goodbye