They want me to learn to breathe. I’ve taken enough breath tests, I told ‘em I already knew how. “Visualize,” they told me. "Imagine the positive." they said. If I can control my thoughts, I can control my destiny. I called, “bullshit” on that and lost my TV privileges. I didn’t care. All that new-age, … Continue reading Buoyed
Words can’t hurt me
He disgraced himself at their last soirée, corrupting keywords like some malapropian, backwoods rube. The muted snickers and blatant guffaws confused him, until someone finally corrected one of his faux pas. All he needed was one ally. He had worked too hard to go back to being just okay. He wanted it all. He wanted … Continue reading Words can’t hurt me
Plain white van
Like a bad drug feeding his anticipation for regular hot meals and a clean, dry bed, he agreed to their condition of driving a plain white van, shuttling the shelter’s young girls down to the business men on 24th street. An undercover food truck of nooners ordered à la carte by repressed, family men looking … Continue reading Plain white van
Winter’s ‘a comin’
I live in Florida, a state where we don't have clear delineation of seasons. We have Hot, HOTTER, mild, and rain. There is very little change in fall foliage - palm trees don't drop their fronds or turn luscious shades of gold and red - and it doesn't get cold (Deep South cold) until mid- … Continue reading Winter’s ‘a comin’
Lived in
Between my OCD-collector son, and “I-might-need-that” packrat husband, we’re one cardboard box from a Hoarders episode. The only time my home will be spectacularly clean is at my wake.
Left to my own devices
While most tourists to my part of the world tend to congregate at the beaches, there are so many other beautiful places to visit. The perk for me when hiking at these lesser known Florida nature spots, is that I rarely have to share the trail with other people. That means I can do whatever … Continue reading Left to my own devices
Thin spiral notebook 