Happiness. It's relative.
I could’ve quit but I didn’t. It’s not like it was such a big deal. I didn’t paddle a kayak across the Atlantic Ocean or ride my bike from Jersey to L.A. I didn’t climb Mt. Everest or swim from Cuba to Key West.… Continue Reading “We Made It!”
There’s a brass band way down the street. Part of me is excited for its arrival on my doorstep and part of me wants to lock the door and draw the shades. It’s been very quiet in my head for the past ten days.… Continue Reading “Waiting for the Brass Band”
We ride trucks. We spit on the ground. We wear old black Levis. We drink coffee black. We break our own hearts. We smoke what there is. We don’t want any mail. We go where we are. We live when we want.
The list took some culling but these are the items that floated to the top of the detritus of my miserable, self-pitying existence today. I am sick of eating soda crackers. Related to this and not deserving of its own place on the list,… Continue Reading “Ten Things I’m Sick Of”
All is well with me. The implanted portion of my cochlear implant is implanted. I have a big white bandage over my ear with gauze wrapped around my head reminiscent of the wounded Revolutionary War soldier playing the drum in the picture that hung… Continue Reading “Recovery Room”
No make-up. No polish. No jewelry. No lotion. No food. No water. No pills. No coffee. No time. No thoughts. No worry. No more.
The wind was so strong today and blew in such gusts across the freeway that my car seemed at times to be flying just inches off the pavement. When I came up along a semi-truck, I wondered if the wind could be powerful enough… Continue Reading “Roadster”