There is a common theme amongst us all. Everyone is thinking about the time when we can be free to go out. Maybe we can sit down at a restaurant or go to a place where they play live music.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Yearly Archives: 2020
From Bedtime Stories For The Insomniac: To Break The Tension
It was raining before sunrise this morning. I could hear the sound of raindrops falling onto the dome skylights on the top of my roof. It was quiet though and peaceful as ever. The gloom in the sky began to show proof of light, and soon enough, I knew the sunshine would return.
The sun is up now. The sky is beginning to show segments of clearing, which I hope to see more of as the day progresses.
The robins are awake now. I can hear them chirping from the wooded section of my property, which is modest and quaint but decent in size.
Covid Cleansing
Given the current situation, there is no reason to stress the obvious topics on the news. We all want the same things.
Now more than ever, we need to get ahead of this. We need to move forward. The truth of the matter is we all want the best. We want to find our way out of this, alive and well, and furthermore, we want to find ourselves financially stable, and back up and running. Agreed?
Care After Covid
After the longest April in our history, there are talks about reopening the country. However, the fact remains that we are at war with something beyond our control.
The Coronavirus has taken so much from us all. Aside from the failing economy, the layoffs, and the unemployment numbers that continue to grow, and aside from the businesses that went under, and let us not forget the cancellation of normal everyday life; we have the cold stories of people dying alone in hospital rooms without a loved one in sight.
Where Will You Invest?
Make no mistake. Everything we do is an investment. Even if the decision is to do nothing, there is still an investment.
Believe it.
There are times when we put so much into something only to get so much out. There are people we talk to and people we invest our time in, only to find that our investments were poor. And there we are, wishing we paid attention to the red flags we saw along the way.
Letters from A Son: 4/29/20
There was a little stream that ran parallel behind the place on Lindell Boulevard. I’d walk there sometimes to enjoy the calmness of a Florida afternoon in Delray. There were so many things to notice, like the palm trees, or the pool behind the complex.
Some of the rear facing apartments had patios, which were mainly rented by people with grandchildren.
Most often the patios were empty with only a few toys that grandparents kept safe for their grandchildren whenever they would visit. There was something to the atmosphere that was comforting to say the least.
Dear Covid
I wanted to send this letter to you with hopes to shed light on a few things. First and foremost, I wanted to thank you for opening my eyes to things I might have never seen before. The truth is we live in very strange times, which is namely because of you. But then again, you already knew this.
Thanks for the cheaper gas prices, by the way. Thanks for the drop in violence. And thanks for the forbearance plans, which means very little at this point but still, thanks for pointing out that our attention to detail is not what it should be.
Continue readingTry Humanity
I had never done much professionally or unprofessionally in the field of education or mental health before. I was never educated in the usual classes; however, I have done my share of field research on both a personal and interpersonal level.
I have attended my share of learning seminars and taken a fair amount of courses. I have a few certificates and a strong resume; yet still, I have been subject to the snobbery of those with different experience or higher ranks of education.
About Bullying And Responding
There is a quick suggestion I have. I hear people say this all the time too; as if it might be difficult or we need a reminder to do it.
The suggestion is simple.
“Just be nice.”
Sounds easy enough, right?
The truth is not so much.
Sessions From The Balcony: Love Prose with 20/20 Vision
Maybe in the fall.
. . . It could be
Maybe when the autumn hits;
the scene at Columbus Circle
consumes the city with a sense of
something that no one else could understand
(unless they came from New York City)
The Written Addiction 