The Morning After

writer’s remorse

Sometimes I write something so profound I immediately want to share it with everyone I know.

Until I read it the next day,

then I’m glad I didn’t.


Going Out

sounded like gunshot

On my way to a drum group grabbing my over-chllled drink out of the freezer which is all it needed to explode across the kitchen walls and into the little grooves of my clock.  Before getting out the paper towels, I sent out a quick text to my neighbors upstairs to assure them it was not gunshot. Then one delay after another including spilling out my compost receptacle across the kitchen floor.  Nearly an hour later  I’m out the door again. “Bye kids.”

No car keys.  Back to the house looking and re-looking in all those crazy places. It took me 45 minutes to find them in my drum case.

I got to the park in time to help my friends pack up their instruments to go home.  Its obviously been a long time since I’ve been out.   Will try again.

June 8_2020.

Intense if Care

IMG_20200113_122549_6My failure to return calls and texts has not been with ill intent,  as 45 minutes before the turn of the new decade, I joined the club of grief and regret by drowning my beloved HTC in the toilet.
Our faithful companionship of 7 years has come to an end.  I remain forever grateful for devoting all of her power to many rewarding hours of conversation.
Attempts to revive, have so far been unsuccessful. She rests comfortably on a bed of rice in her dehydration chamber, surrounded by her only devoted friend and caretaker, who is sad to report, as of yet, there has been no life signs.
Sadly, it appears a sim-card transplant is the only option. A suitable donor, has been researched and a Galaxy A50 has been found to be acceptable candidate.
Talk to you soon.


Together you will lessen the cruelties of this harsh world

To an angry, tearful mother whose autistic child was bullied:

Rise up. Tuck your pain in your heart to be soothed later by those that love you.  This is your change the world moment.

Native American tradition reminds us to see misbehavior as a sign of someone who needs to be taught. Muster that mother-bear courage and become the teacher you already are. As you craft your words in anticipation, you will develop the skill to tactfully and boldly educate.

As you get better at this, you will look forward to these encounters. Your child is your platform to soften hearts and together you will lessen the cruelties of this harsh world.

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