The Morning Burglar

Today I did something that ranks in the top three dumbest things I’ve ever done. Being something of a scatterbrain, I do a lot of dumb things. I lose my keys at least three times a week, put toothpaste in the refrigerator, go the wrong way coming out of stores in the mall, can't find my... Continue Reading →

TUMS at 3:30 a.m.

It's an ungodly hour of the morning and I am standing in the kitchen working my tongue around the chalky disposition of my third antacid tablet. Stumbling sleepily back to the corner cabinet where the remedies for all sorts of ailments are stored, I return the well-used bottle and grasp my lower back to give... Continue Reading →

Main Street

There's something comforting about knowing that you always have a place to come back to. It's been well over a year, and as is my way, I disappeared. But I always return. I've embraced the notion that I'm always going to be like an ocean wave— forever changing, shifting, growing, shrinking, pulling back, coming just... Continue Reading →

I did the thing

Here's that tattoo I mentioned a few posts ago. I'm in love with it. A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a... Continue Reading →

What is Happening?

I posted this on Facebook today but wanted it here as well. A good portion of my job is to be on Facebook and social media in general. Otherwise, I would find right now a good time to take a break, and I think it will serve me well to go ahead and limit the... Continue Reading →

tattoo talk

So, here's some news. Mom, brace yourself. I decided to get another tattoo! I went by the shop yesterday after work and got it scheduled for his next available appointment in July. This will be my third piece and will be done by the same artist who did my first one several years ago. Why... Continue Reading →

breaking

I have seen my father break. Crushed under the weight of the illness and death of his own father when I was a teenager. Then again when cancer took his mother and only brother within mere weeks of each other. I know what it looks like when my father breaks. And there is no shame... Continue Reading →

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