2nd Tonic and Gin

On my second tonic and gin, wondering the state that I was in, did I really tell the sheriff his gun was made of tin and then told Londa "you need sin"? Well, that might explain the bars that I see, and the cold floor smelling like pee, but in no way can … Continue reading 2nd Tonic and Gin →

The Core of Life, Momma

Bare bulb, hanging on a couple of twisted wires. Harsh light bouncing on Green walls lighting up the rickety ironing board below, Cheap furniture no one would steal or burn. Worn clothes with patches, stains and history and abuse. Jaw set like forever, pushing wrinkles through loving clothes Momma had a mission, no hope, Big … Continue reading The Core of Life, Momma →

Creative Talent and Passion and Frustration

Anyone can write! But, does anyone want to read it? Anyone can sing, or paint, or sculpt, or use oratory. Does anyone want to hear it, to see it, to buy it? Fundamentally, we all have some creative passion on some level. Where does one draw the lines? Talent Passion Self-misdirection? A creative passion might be … Continue reading Creative Talent and Passion and Frustration →

What to Bring to a Cancer Fight

My wife just had her last radiation treatment, yesterday. This has been a journey of some six months of bad news, Xrays, blood tests, chemo, and radiation therapy. The medical personnel was great. When my wife left yesterday morning she was jubilant knowing this was an end and that there was a planned celebration with … Continue reading What to Bring to a Cancer Fight →