I recently began hanging out with a friend again from high school and it makes me think of a metaphor he commonly expressed when referring to something that had a high temperature. As with many metaphors, a bit of hyperbole exists, but even if it didn’t the metaphor is brilliant in its painting a sketch… Continue reading Three in a bed
Priorities change as we travel through life; the growth of my child is going to remain on top!
In my lifetime I have made a habit of helping others. Most recently I helped a stranger out at a brake/muffler/tire place with his bill. I have done things as simple as hold a door for someone to allowing a homeless person to shower at my apartment and provided him with a meal and old… Continue reading Because I Care
Two months ago I began organizing a plan. The plan came with me verifying that my girlfriend was going to be available for Valentine’s Day. As you probably don’t know, my girlfriend had every intention to be in Colorado by 2/12, which definitely would not have provided her availability to go on a 'date night'… Continue reading One ring goes in, two come out
Traveling through TSA at Bradley International Airport I recall the quickest experience I’ve had with traveling through this process: I was wearing black booty shorts with a pink male “t-back” thong, showing, and a sleeveless shirt with the front pulled up thought the neck hole exposing my midriff. I did this three times, and only… Continue reading Comfortable
Scientifically, emotion cannot be held: Love is firm, but not solid Love moves, but is not liquid Love is in the air, but is not ether Love of world, community, friends, family and self: Is hard, surrounds and fills evenly Learning to love: Soft, wet and moist A perfect mess
So here's the thing, I have had to face some realities about myself through the processes of completing my first book. I became introspective and acknowledged many ways in which I have gone wrong. For the purpose of this post, I have ignored friends and allowed their friendships to dispense from my life; I had… Continue reading The trouble with sentimentality