Popular thought suggests that there is a spark inside all of us. Personal experience is that some shine brighter than others. That doesn’t devalue anyone. It just is. Accept it or change it. It’s your spark. Mine twists like a lighthouse in a windstorm. It is either lost through waves ...
Parenting, questions and the answers always changing.
Just because I have to tell you that I’m tall, handsome and talented doesn’t mean it isn’t so. It just implies you have a loose grasp on the obvious, and I don’t blame you for that. I blame society. The obvious was much quicker to register when it wasn’t going ...
The ground was frozen and it splintered like shards of glass when the log fell upon it. The log, itself frozen, was on its second fall in as many heartbeats. It had rebounded nicely off the side of my foot, followed its shot, and turned a 360 before landing with ...
My mind wanders through alliterated fields of frost-covered firs. The cat has on her winter coat and she is silently stalking sunshine between the strikingly shrinking shadows of suddenly stark trees. Not the firs, they are evergreen. The lingering lines left by sun-soaked lumber lean and bend across a sea ...
There are two cats in the room. One is white. One is black. I’m told that some website with a cheeseburger fetish has a name for them, something about a basement, a ceiling, heaven and hell. It sounds fairly racist to me. The cats are sleeping on a green rug. ...
Hello, and welcome to a new feature which I’ll most likely only do once, the Wednesday Review! The Wednesday Review is where I review some products that were sent to me for said reviewing. I have a whole policy on this, which you can find here, but mark me, I ...
The fence is bent and unbreaking, but the gate isn’t locked. The grass is uneven and showing wear, but it is equally green on the other side as it is on this one and I wonder if it’s because I’m a renter. I own a home in another state where ...
The food court was alive. Tables were double-booked. It was a sea of trays and Gap bags. There was a TV on without sound and music in the background that lacked any sort of soul. I was a boy having lunch with his mother. I was twelve. Give or take. One man ...