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Box of Metaphor

While digging through a drawer this morning, looking for a Crown Royal bag filled with my girlfriends’ mom’s jewelry, I found a plain, white cardboard box. I instantly knew what was inside. I popped it open, and was taken back... Continue Reading →

Dorf on Golf

I got down to 245 pounds the other day. Then I went out to eat three times in two days and was back to 250. Weighed in at 251.4 this morning after cooking out last night and going to a... Continue Reading →

June 1, 2025

There was a lot of fun going on in that photo. But, it also served as a slap to my face. I look like Gimli. Just fatter. Bad body image stuff aside, I have decided that today is the day... Continue Reading →

Thrasher … Back. Get it?

It’s been 10 days now since I had my back operated on. I went into this experience without any expectations, and I believe that was the only way to approach it. I remember changing clothes in the hospital, needing help... Continue Reading →

750 promises

Seven hundred and fifty words. It does not sound like a lot. But when you sit down and begin to type, sometimes that number seems so far away. Kind of like a lost lover or a far away place. Something... Continue Reading →

The internet as it should be…

Stumbled upon a blog from years back ... Only in the Way Back Machine now. And it's exactly what the internet should be. Thank you person out there for writing a beautiful paragraph. I could only hope to do something... Continue Reading →

Aphantasia

The more I read about Aphantasia, the more so much about my memories begin to make sense. The more my struggles with reading, with creative writing fall into place. I've never had a mind's eye, apparently. But, I'd never thought... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 90

Waaaaaay too long since an update here. Only excuse I have is job search. I am hopeful. Seven interviews for five jobs in last few weeks, including one today. Anyways, this charger for my laptop gets tossed today. My son... Continue Reading →

Dreaming in semi — colons

Sitting in my house, staring at the wind blowing the plethora of flags in straight lines away from the coast, I decided I needed to do something. But first I took my shoes off. I went over eight months without... Continue Reading →

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