People casually use the F-word these days. Fuck this, fuck that, fucking hell, he’s a fucker…. You fuck! I find it hard to take when a person you assume never swears uses the word. It’s a bit of a reality check. When Mrs. B said it, I laughed. I never thought of her as a […]
“I’m going on a date next week, do you have any advice” “Yes” “Really?” “You have to know three things. If you know them you will get to have a boyfriend.” “Three things, OK, tell me what they are” “Number one, the girl never says I love you before the boy says I love you. […]
The government has been watching us for years. So am I stressed about the new allegations? No, not so much. I had the power of the system work on my behalf eight years ago so I may be tainted. It only took the government a mere 24 hours to track down and locate my birth […]
It’s odd to keep a letter from someone you hardly know. Even odder to come across it twenty three years later. When do you think this type of happening is serendipity and not just coincidence? Add in the Scottish connection and I could fabricate a full blown conspiracy theory! OK, I’m kidding, no conspiracy here… […]
The only good thing about a loss is what it might teach you. I hate that we are meant to look for the lesson when things go bad. Fuck that. When things go bad there is nothing good to say. Bad is bad. Upon reflection on how crummy you feel it might dawn on you […]
“Do you have a list?” She looked at me like I was a little crazy. So I explained. “You know, a type of bucket list? Not the kind you make when you find out you are going to die soon. Even though being a Buddhist I’m supposed to always be thinking I’m going to die […]
A good looking man in a kilt. This is a phrase I can say to almost any other woman and her reaction will be the same. A smile or nod or comment to voice her approval. I don’t know of many iconic images that evoke such consensus. Women love men in kilts. I can say […]
A day and time when there seems like a plethora of things to write about and as I sit down at the computer nothing captures my attention. I worry that this is the first time I am writing in the new apartment and for all my wants and needs the magic won’t be here. I’ve […]
May 1, 2013 Dad’s Treasures What is it about moving.? You pack your belongings but spend more time sifting through boxes of old memories. I can get lost in the past. Will this move cause my history to fall even further away? Become more distant? At one of our weekly lunches Dad told me he […]
April 24, 2013 Zombie Do you know the image of the dead zombie in those scary movies? The camera slowly moves in and then pans down to the hand. There’s sinister music creating a tense feel as the pictures holds on the frame. Then just as you take a breath and think the beast is […]
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