I’m not like everyone else. Never have been, never will be.
My soul is a paint can of swirling red, purple, yellow, sky blue, and muddy brown. Each color one of life’s many opportunities and screw ups.
In my everyday, unordinary life, I see possibility. I look for ways to…
If I hadn’t shaved my head, I wouldn’t have been sitting at the edge of his bed hearing his chest rattle and watching red liquid ooze from a catheter tube into a plastic bag.
If I hadn’t crashed my old Honda Civic into a tanker and dragged for eighteen miles…
little dreams are easy to believe
they give something to achieve
time to move and dance
and give nothing to chance
if today were your last
would you go slow or fast
there is strength in you
time to act, time to be true
yesterday is gone
it is time to…
We were given no blueprint. No perfect guidebook to teach us how to be good parents, children, friends, or even good people.
Since the beginning of time, billions have been faking it since birth. We learn from our mistakes and the mistakes of others.
Sometimes our problems, and failures, bleed…
I find strength watching the early morning sky.
Bright swaths of orange stream off the sun, spiraling into an open sea of purple and blue.
It feels like a master artist painted the sky with hope, wonder, and color. …
The incredible and prolific Gurpreet Dhariwal tagged me to continue this thread. She asked me and several others to share what we cannot live without.
For good or bad, here is my list.
For good or bad, the list is who I am.
I cannot live without my wife’s touch…
This year I turned 55.
I failed more often than I won. And I’m alright with that.
My wins came from the lessons I learned while screwing up my life. My list of sins and crimes are long. I was bad. It took years for me to recover. …
the day is long and hard.
I stare at my bruised hands.
my feet are tired and swollen
with nothing left for tomorrow.
between the cracks in my window, I see several boys
and one girl playing football.
the hot sun sears through their tee shirts