I used to sit in a coffee shop on 7th and write letters to my Mother….
She moved to Florida after The Old Man passed. Said she promised him she would go. So she did.
She was on her own for the first time in more than twenty years. There was no one for her to care for. There were no clothes Continue reading
Sunday Morning Coffee Prose
“Time it was and what a time it was,
it was a time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you”
Bookends by Simon and Garfunkel
Each decade comes with its own fashion tragedies. They span from Continue reading
Saturday’s Thought
I look out of my window; stare at sunset above the houses in my town, and quietly sip from my coffee. I put in more than 60 hours of work this week. And that’s a good thing…
Someone asked, “When did it click?”
If by click, they meant change, then I am not sure how to answer.
Change comes after Continue reading
For an Old Friend
It was hard to see yourself as blessed….I get that.
Your eyes saw what they saw and your heart was caught in the conflict.
Am I right?
They say, “It is easier for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.” That’s from Mark 10:25
But you were not rich. I’m not rich either, but we both knew what it meant to serve two masters.
We’re the same you and me
…..too afraid to change
too afraid to let Continue reading
Quick Thought From Last Night’s Grind
Here I am,
Another night on the clock and another night across the bridge from the place I call home.
I’ve been thinking….
eventually the seeds I plant will grow. Maybe not all of them, but some will. So long as I keep moving, or keep doing, something will happen.
I say this because long nights at work tend to get quiet. I sit in an office and watch the clock. I wait for the jobs I oversee to finish, and then I sleep for a few hours.
I do this because each hour I put on the clock adds to another seed in my garden. And someday, I’ll be able to watch it grow.
About the Seasons
This was the time of year when Charlie Brown’s television special came on. As a little kid, I put on my pajamas and stayed up to watch, “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.”
….And I remember it well.
Pretty soon, the decorations will change from Halloween to Thanksgiving. I like that …but then again, I like to eat, so any holiday based on food is a good one.
I never grew up with Christmas. I was on the other team, so to speak, and the other kids would tell me, “Santa doesn’t go to your house because you’re Jewish.”
And because I was Jewish, we never decorated our Continue reading
Morning Prose
There was a movie about a dying man that hired a nurse for her looks instead of her nursing ability.
I get that.
There are times when I feel overwhelmed. There are times when the stack of bills is too high…..
Everything seems like its breaking apart, and my courage to change the things I can has become weak.
But a smile helps…
When my daughter was much younger, I was going through financial hardship. I recall sitting at my desk, feeling hopeless, and worrying about the things I could not change.
My little girl walked into the room and Continue reading
Stories for the Insomnaic
Months into my stay on the farm, I sat with a group of fellow lunatics and complained about the establishment. At the time, there was a counselor in the room.
This was his group…
He leaned on the rear two legs of his chair with his hands clasped around the back of his neck. I recall the way he rocked back and forth with an arrogant smirk on his face.
“Well, if you’re so angry then why don’t you tell us about it?”
Danny was a counselor in name only. To me, it seemed he enjoyed Continue reading
about the process…
Today is Sunday, October 27
Though there is no reason for me to be up before the sunrise, my body is used to an early schedule.
As I stood from my bed this morning, Brody the Dog looked at me. His ears perked and his head tilted.
He looked curious, as if to wonder, “Where is he going?”
But even Brody the Dog likes to sleep in on Sundays. Instead of joining me downstairs, Brody repositioned his head, curled back into a ball, and then closed his eyes.
The rest of my house sleeps as well, which leaves me in the company of quiet.
I like that…
I like the bright blue light on my coffee machine. I speak Continue reading
Prose from the overnight
I lay on a black-tar roof, looking at the moon above Manhattan.
My back is against a brick wall.
My legs are stretched out and slightly apart.
Below me, the city moves.
Inside, my mind wanders.
Maybe there’s something to this, you know?
We are on the verge of winter, but yet, the summer was just here.
It seems as if I blinked and women changed Continue reading