This Happened To Me

With bonus shitty statements from fellow women! — One of my dearest friends, Vanessa Torre, uses a term I also like to use: Man on the Internet. She uses it the same way I do. It doesn’t refer to one specific man, oh no honey. Man on the Internet contains multitudes. Think of it like Florida Man. Everyone…

Just ask Quila and Trixie Minx or my grandmother’s barn cats — Growing up, I spent every Sunday on my great-grandparents farm. There were cats. Lots and lots of cats. They’re called barn cats, because they shelter in barns and other outbuildings. My grandmother and great-grandparents fed them table scraps — leftovers in modern lingo — and the cats drank from the…

In my last post, I wrote about my family history and memories. Seven years of parenthood have given me both. My son Cristian always loved animals. When he was a toddler, my wife, Esther, signed us up for a family pass to a series of zoos and aquariums. When the…

My upcoming divorce has me caught in loss, mourning, and a major hit in my self-esteem. I am afraid it could get worse. — In several weeks, my husband of 43 years will move several states away with another woman. The ink on the forms will dry, the judge will ask us if we’re certain, and then will formally invalidate our marriage. From here on, I will check the box, “divorced.” I know the…

It’s not a hat nor a military gun emplacement. — My daughter bought me a gift today. A two-week pill dispenser. A week just goes too quickly! I’ve been whinging forever about the weekly task of sorting my pills into morning and night. I’m lucky. Some people have four different times daily which is what this one is. As you…

If You Think It Can’t Happen To You, Read On I have been cautious all my life, on the lookout for schemes to cheat me, steal from me, fool me with bait-and-switch strategies. I honed my skills on Italian pickpockets from the age of 10, and gypsies later on who…

An unexpected lesson from summer camp. — Friday, August 12, 2022 “Why do you walk like that?” His ghost-like voice echoed in my brain and drowned out the music playing through my headphones. No longer a runner due to injuries, age, and my desire to remain upright for a few more years, I now power walk. Good German stock, I begrudgingly…

Writing on Medium means the haters will find you. My intention is never to impose my belief concepts onto anyone, simply to share. And for those whose hearts and minds recognize the truth, I say welcome — I will continue to share that which moves me Sometime last year I wrote the article below… Has Science Finally Found Proof Our Consciousness Continues After Death? I have always believed that our consciousness survives deathmedium.com