My family moved from a quaint little town not far from Erie, PA, to a small paper mill town on the Androscoggin River in Maine. My father, an electrical engineer, was perhaps, taking a step up the corporate ladder. Just shy of my third birthday, my mother, my two older sisters…
View More Coming Full Circle – Day #4
I’m rarely at a loss for words, at least in written form, for today I find myself on a plateau of some sort. Yesterday, from about 3 o’clock on was torture, in some sort of nebulous, nondescript way . I was hungry but I didn’t want to eat. I didn’t…
View More There are No Words – Day #3
Nobody should have to drink swamp water first thing in the morning. I just have to get that off my chest. Even if it tastes sorta okay, really that’s a stretch, I feel more like a frog than a human being. It just isn’t natural! Give me spinach and lettuce…
View More The Morning After the Night Before – Day #2
I may as well admit it right up front. When push comes to shove I’d much prefer to hide under the covers. The evidence is right here on this blog that I started in January. It’s now March. So much for “manifesting me”! Here’s what happened. I wrote the poem,…
View More I’m A Coward – Day #1