Change comes in stages . . .
. . . and you’re never quite sure why
until one day . . .
. . . you look back
And it all makes sense . . .
Motivation [ mo-teh-vay-shun]:
The drive to do or achieve something, the need to improve, to be better or improve in direction, to attain something, or Continue reading
Early morning and I am driving down a dark road on my side of the mountain with woods on either side of the road, a cold full moon overhead, and I am very much alive with nothing but me and my thoughts to consider. It is quiet for now. I am thinking about the paths I’ve chosen and how they’ve turned and where they’ve led me up until now.
I am not sure if I will ever Continue reading
We forget that comebacks are possible . . .
It was a Monday night game on October 23rd in the year first year of our new millennium. I remember it well. The New York Jets went into the fourth quarter against the Miami Dolphins, losing by the score of 30 – 7. By all accounts, the game was over. Fans were leaving the stands and making a break for their cars to beat the exiting traffic and make their way home.
It was a Monday Continue reading
It is early morning, Christmas Eve, and I have been awake for a while now. I woke up in the middle of the night last night (again, of course) but this time was a little different from my usual bouts with insomnia. No, it wasn’t like that at all.
It wasn’t the usual kind of troublesome mid-sleep, wake up; I lay there in bed, my eyes close, only to open up again, and of course, I’m thinking too much about too many different things. Instead, I woke up and Continue reading
Development
1)
I pulled on the coat-tails of an old memory this morning. It was a bad time in the young life of me. There I was, skinny and scrawny in a white tee-shirt that hung off my frame as if my body was a wire hanger. I was sweating from my underarms, pale-skinned (I swear looked more like greenish than anything) with deep Continue reading
It goes back to an idea I had long ago, you and me, in a small A-frame cottage with a little outdated and antiquated kitchen on the ground floor that looked like something from an old dollhouse in 1963. It was as if this place had been sealed in a time-capsule and nothing changed, nothing had been updated, and its previous generation charm had managed to remain since the time it was built. The couches are the same, the small bedroom is Continue reading
And one day, I woke up. I opened my eyes as if it were the first time ever and at last, I could see clearly. I took a deep breath and swore the lake in my mental mirror was no longer murky but at last, un-muddied, and finally reflecting the truth of a bright blue sky.
I was awake (at last) and the distractions Continue reading
I think about the farm most during this time of year. I think about the cold October and the snow, which began a few days before Halloween and the unsure fear I held when I walked in the main house for the first time. I think about the cold winter mornings on the farm and the early wake-ups, the fire watch detail in the middle of the night, and the barn crews that began before the sunrise, the punishment sanctions used to teach us lessons, the house Continue reading
It was a quiet night during the coldest part of winter. The sky was clear and the freezing wind was sharp against the skin. Billy walked through a series of familiar side streets and entered the side gate of a white-picket fence next to the detached garage at Mike’s house. It was way passed the midnight hour and the star-filled sky was accompanied with a full moon that shone down on this side of small suburbia.
Billy was Continue reading
I think the definition of the word “Accident” is the occurrence of an unexpected event; like say for example, a slip and fall down the stairs —or say maybe the unfortunate collision in a car. These are accidents. These are things, which happened without plan or intent.
I’m sure we all agree that accidents happen all the time.
I accidentally charged the Continue reading
The Written Addiction 