Sometimes the best way to retrieve memories is to tiptoe through the past, get what you need and then run like hell. Sometimes there are seasons of safety when growth helps you build a tent among the forgotten pieces of the past and get the work done. Unfortunately memories can be like shrapnel embedded deeply … Continue reading Memory Work
Category: Assorted
Paint Night
Validation came in gusts that nearly blew me over last night. I realize that it rarely kicks up unless i take ferocious risks that reside just outside my comfort zone.
Note to self:
Force yourself to clean the kitchen. Countertops without crumbs and empty sinks won't fix your life, but it might get you through the day. You are the only one you can force to do anything and still be considered emotionally healthy in the wake of it.
Men of War
This perishing takes time and wilderness wandering. But once every man of war has perished then it is time to receive.
Dark Night of Winter
I almost cried when I saw my front steps for the first time since January. I had forgotten what lay buried under all that snow. Things like grass and dirt and my drive to live. It was such a long winter even for a New Englander which I am through and through. The winter was … Continue reading Dark Night of Winter
a special need
The sun had begun to set. Swimming and burgers by the lake was a brilliant and spontaneous idea. The warm thick air called for something summery. Only a few families littered the beachy wood. There was a man sitting on a bench eating pizza with his son while yelling at the other son to stay … Continue reading a special need
On Fear
Yesterday was a rainy July fourth holiday from sunup to sundown. A hurricane along the coast kept people indoors and all celebratory events rescheduled. The loud booms, squeals and pops reminded me of this as I lay in bed the following night. My little dog, Brody huddled in fear beside me. The sounds of the … Continue reading On Fear
TREASURE
For a grown man, Dad has an overzealous excitement when it comes to buried treasure. When I was 12 years old we were headed to Pennsylvania for summer vacation. The week before we left Dad showed us with utmost mystery in his tone, a film he had mail ordered. The movie was about a horse … Continue reading TREASURE
The Grapes of Mercy
The other day through a series of events I came to purchase the most expensive grapes I have ever bought. Two bags of un-equivalently delicious organic grapes, one bag of red and one bag of white. Had I known they were going to cost me so much I probably would not have purchased them, … Continue reading The Grapes of Mercy


