Hello everyone! First I’d like to thank everyone who has messaged me asking why I wasn’t posting. You are all so wonderful and I am lucky to have you in my life. So what’s going on? I’m still writing but many months ago Carrie and I split up. She was my driving force for writing…
It’s funny, I guess. After all these years I sit here thinking about my mother while drinking my morning coffee. If she was here today she’d be sitting across from me clouded in a thick layer of cigarette smoke with her black coffee handing out sage advice much like Yoda. She’s been gone for 8…
I’m sitting here in Medford Oregon looking out my window as the sun rises on Mount McLoughlin. I can’t help to think about how different my life is, and how different I feel. Forgiving myself was the best decision I’ve ever made. I’m healthier both mentally and physically. I have a partner, Carrie, that is…
The Women’s March an act of Civil Disobedience In response to slavery and the Mexican–American War Henry David Thoreau suggested that individuals should not permit governments to overrule or atrophy their consciences, and that they have a duty to avoid allowing such acquiescence to enable the government to make them the agents of injustice. He called this…
How would you like to spend the evening with me listening to music and drinking? I’ll be at House Of Brews in Corvallis, OR Wednesday, 4 January 2017 at 7:00 PM supporting a great new band I’ve heard called Mustrd! Please check in at this link: https://www.facebook.com/events/1295816630490765/ I’ll also have copies of my book 101 Days: In no particular order…
and then it struck me… As she was leaving for work, the day after Christmas, she didn’t stress through the holidays because she was angry or upset with anyone. She had an overwhelming need to make sure everyone else was happy at the expense of her own happiness and it made me love her more…
I use to look at the bars and razor wire and think that’s how my life would be for the rest of the time I had Now I look out the window at the snow and see the beauty of life sorrounding me Not even the cage of my brain can hold me prisoner I…
All my heart is waisted on the dead and dreaming. What’s that leave me with? My sins and a feather in my hand, stolen from an angel who never showed up. Answered prayers or empty promises? Is there a difference? I can offer my soul and life as penitence, but not even the death accepts…
One day Like a shooting star An arrow struck me in the heart and I woke up Deep from a slumber where my soul had been resting my eyes were finally open I could see her heart Her eyes told me everything Cold and alone We are left more broken than we are found That’s…
