Category Archives: My Stories
Sunflower Power
Everyday for the past 3 weeks, I have driven the 35 miles to work and watched this little patch of sunflowers grow on the side of Interstate 40. I am enough of a narcissist to think that the little patch … Continue reading →
A Call to Arms
I have never been a fan of 45. The reason is simple, the origin of my dislike is clear. He takes the thing that I value most, the thing that speaks my innermost secrets, conveys life and death, healing and … Continue reading →
No Good Deed…
I like reading stories about people doing good deeds. I am greatly annoyed by stories that people post about themselves doing good deeds. That defeats the purpose! You don’t take pictures of yourself giving a sandwich to a homeless person … Continue reading →
Hair-esy
I’ve written about my favorite razors before and about how they are getting harder and harder to find. Razor Burn Well, now it has reached critical mass. I ordered them through Amazon Prime weeks ago and they still haven’t arrived. … Continue reading →
Antiquated
Today was a good day. There were only a few things on the agenda that needed to get done. The first was to get the car inspected, but unfortunately, my place was closed due to a funeral, such is the … Continue reading →
Home
As I stand in the place where the ocean and land meet, I have the overwhelming desire to go home. Myrtle Beach is just not the same. The sand isn’t right. The color of the ocean is all wrong. Where … Continue reading →
The Road Not Taken
To say that I and the people around me have had the year from hell is an understatement. I have been waging battles and battles have been waged against me. I have sought the counsel of friends, coworkers, partners, therapists, … Continue reading →
