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More Musings, More Thoughts for Sunday, May 28, 2023, or: Weekend Update, Part the Third


“When I’m in turmoil, when I can’t think, when I’m exhausted and afraid and feeling very, very alone, I go for walks. It’s just one of those things I do. I walk and I walk and sooner or later something comes to me, something to make me feel less like jumping off a building.” ―Continue reading “More Musings, More Thoughts for Sunday, May 28, 2023, or: Weekend Update, Part the Third”

Musings & Thoughts for Monday, May 22, 2023, or: Up and About Before Sunrise – Again…


Oh, no. Not again. Not another early morning wakeup! Unfortunately, Dear Reader, as I start to write this at 8:37 in the morning of Monday, May 22, 2023, it’s been five hours since I woke up to use the facilities – and then failed to go back to sleep. I tried. I really tried toContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Monday, May 22, 2023, or: Up and About Before Sunrise – Again…”

Musings & Thoughts for Monday, May 15, 2023, or Weekend Update Wrap-Up…& a SITREP on ‘The New Story’


Hi there, Dear Reader. It’s late afternoon here in Lithia, Florida, on Monday, May 15, 2023. It’s the first hot early wet season day this year; outside, the temperature is 91°F/33°C under mostly sunny conditions. I have not stepped out – not even to check the curbside mailbox – so I can’t vouch for howContinue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Monday, May 15, 2023, or Weekend Update Wrap-Up…& a SITREP on ‘The New Story’”

Musings & Thoughts for Sunday, May 14, 2023, or: Weekend Update, Part the Second


Well, here we are, Dear Reader, on Sunday, May 14, 2023, aka Mother’s Day 2023. It’s almost 9 AM in the Tampa Bay area, the sun is out, and – for the moment, anyway, it’s cool outside; the temperature is 71°F/22°C. Overall, it’s the kind of day that, in my previous neighborhood in South Florida,Continue reading “Musings & Thoughts for Sunday, May 14, 2023, or: Weekend Update, Part the Second”

On Writing & Storytelling: Closely Watched Packages – Waiting for My Copy of ‘Reunion’


“Never forget that anticipation is an important part of life. Work’s important, family’s important, but without excitement, you have nothing. You’re cheating yourself if you refuse to enjoy what’s coming.” ― Nicholas Sparks, Three Weeks with My Brother Today is the day. Today (Wednesday, March 15, 2023) is the day I receive my paperback copyContinue reading “On Writing & Storytelling: Closely Watched Packages – Waiting for My Copy of ‘Reunion’”

Tempus Fugit: Thinking About the Tyranny of Forced ‘Joint’ Birthday ‘Celebrations’


Hi, there, Dear Reader. It’s Tuesday, March 7, 2023 – two days after my 60th birthday and three days before my older half-sister Vicky’s 73rd. In the last decade of my mother’s life (2005-2015), this would have been the “compromise” date on which we’d celebrate both occasions. I say “compromise” because Vicky, for reasons thatContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Thinking About the Tyranny of Forced ‘Joint’ Birthday ‘Celebrations’”

Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Hazy, Fragmented Memories of Birthdays in Colombia


If you’re a regular visitor of this space, you know that both my older half-sister Vicky and I celebrate – or observe, or endure – our respective birthdays just five days apart in early March. Vicky was born on March 10, 1950, while I came along nearly 13 years after on March 5, 1963. IContinue reading “Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Hazy, Fragmented Memories of Birthdays in Colombia”

Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Late Winter 1973 – Waiting, with Bated Breath, for the Big One-Oh


Things I Remember: February 1973 With just a bit over two weeks till my 60th birthday – date-wise it’s 15 days, but today is half-over – and with no clue as to what will happen on that day (I nixed a trip to a Disney park due to concerns about exposure to COVID-19), my thoughtsContinue reading “Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Late Winter 1973 – Waiting, with Bated Breath, for the Big One-Oh”

Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Songs, Schedules, & Off-Campus Lunches…My High School Experience in February 1983


“I blinked my eyes and in an instant, decades had passed.” ― John Mark Green, Taste the Wild Wonder: Poems With less than 18 days before my 60th birthday – the first such recurrence of a “landmark” birthday since my mother’s death nearly eight years ago (and the ensuing physical as well as the emotionalContinue reading “Tempus Fugit (Countdown to the Big Six-Oh Edition): Songs, Schedules, & Off-Campus Lunches…My High School Experience in February 1983”