It may seem harsh to call other people stupid, and even politically incorrect (if that is still a thing), but I am heading into the devil’s den of dumbness today as I prepare for another workday in the crazy world of retail. With Christmas approaching fast, the Electronics Department has been busy selling lots ofContinue reading Preparing For Stupid
My blog is often a neglected child crying for attention. I have a tiny window of time to write, proofread, and post new blog posts. My daily life is a rush that keeps the heart pumping and puts a limp in my walk at the end of the day. Smile. There is always a momentContinue reading Walking the Lonely Road [writing]
Today is my birthday. Another year older and closer to death. Death is a common theme the older I get. But that’s life for all of us. I was born on Sunday, 62 years ago. My mother said she went into labor while laughing at Jerry Lewis. She and my father were watching Hollywood orContinue reading Birthdays and Life
I am me; not who others think I should be. When I write, I write for me. I know what I like, so that’s what I write about. I stay away from topics I find offensive, which places me among writers whom many of our critics label “conventional” and “old school.” I don’t think beingContinue reading Being Me, a Writer
Rain bundled like hay, hit like bricks that obliterated homes to sea; now she lives home-wrecked with her bony children and colorless neighbors on a tropical dune where they search for old haunts in sand, on waves and in the sky. I tell you this in memory of dancing bears and the drunk in theContinue reading For Whom Everything Is In Question [poetry]
If we could go back in time and if I could invite you into my home in 1974, I’d want you to listen to my brother Russ’s favorite music for a moment. It was heavy, hard, crashing, wild, and untamed at times. Raw. Energetic. Heavy metal. Thundering. Outside, it was summer. I had just graduatedContinue reading Waxing Nostalgic, Rush [music]
My last post was about music I grew up listening to. I featured 10 albums that I call “The soundtrack of my life.” Actually, those albums are mostly the soundtrack of my early teen life. Each one has a reason for being on the list that I kept at 10 albums due to time restraints,Continue reading Waxing Nostalgic, Paul McCartney [music]
Music is a big deal where I work at and I hear a lot of it on their radio that I don’t like. No matter how well I try to appreciate music after the 1980s, “I like that old-time rock ‘n’ roll” best. Of course, my definition of old-time rock ‘n’ roll differs from someContinue reading Waxing Nostalgic [music]
Inhabited between wild things, wonderful things, Who Am I? No longer a main priority, no longer stapled to a better forever determining worth and future. I am the problems I’m not letting go of. I am the energy and struggle to do better in this Magical universe, reincarnate like eggs in a nest. My wonderfulContinue reading Me [poetry]
I could write more books—and blog about them—if I had more time to write. My 9-to-5 job—the one that pays the bills—runs within a timeframe of 8:30am to 10pm, five of the seven days of the week. My hours worked during a week fall between 30 and 38 hours. A typical schedule looks like this:Continue reading Writing Time
I’m writing this before I leave for work. I have a 1-10pm shift today. Next month I celebrate 16 years at the store I work at. Celebrate is the wrong word. I don’t celebrate anything about my job. Well, maybe the paycheck. But that isn’t much to party over. To say my job is depressingContinue reading Mundane Job Blues
I joined the Writer’s Block writing group in Corry, PA in 2002, three years after Corry author and newspaper columnist Beverley Bittner founded the group. A quick shout-out to those of you who remember us. Above is the group’s official logo. For historical reasons, I decided to post some the group’s old news columns andContinue reading Corry Writer’s Block
