Two Years After Quitting the Day Job- Part 2

Can I talk to you? Plain, sincere, honest talking here. This is not exactly the post I came up with for part two …. but this is what I’m going with. (You can read part one here). Because sometimes this writing life is hard to sustain. That is the simple truth. You wouldn’t believe the…

Darkness Into Light

Do you know me? Have you any idea from whence I came?  Phfft! Darkness.  And I mean the kind of darkness that reeks like shit and failure, the kind of darkness that feels like a nightmare, where at first you’re running because something is chasing and if you dare to stop you will surely die;…

Smiling Is Not Required

Yesterday, while at a gas station, a stranger locked unfriendly, cold eyes on mine for about ten seconds. I had no intention of writing about him, but I just spent forty minutes in meditation, asking to be shown what to write here next. I don’t want to say I regret asking. But I confess to…

I Once Had a Penchant for Making Prank Calls

Back in the day, before there was caller I.D., I developed a penchant for making prank calls. At eighteen, access to new adulthood was exotic and heady, there were so many choices of irresistable rules for breaking, calling strangers in the middle of the night to rouse them from slumber and then hang up seemed…