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Revealed: The secret to busting writer’s block

Get over yourself and start writing.

Mom on the 18th green

Is she lying to me or is she slipping? Frankly, I’d rather she be lying. Wrestling with: Anger, pity, resignation, anger, exhaustion, helplessness, anger. It’s been years since I wondered how dad would have managed this. How he managed it with his mom. I know this: Everyone down there says I’m doing my best. SomethingContinue reading “Mom on the 18th green”

A passing

I learned yesterday that the person whom I hurt perhaps the most in my life passed away two years ago. “Unexpectedly in her home,” which could mean any number of things. But it’s not hard to wonder if or how my hurtful, selfish actions shaped her spirit in the last two-thirds of her life. OrContinue reading “A passing”

It doesn’t feel good.

So much senselessness, cruelty, and senseless cruelty right now. This morning I got a pang that told me things don’t feel like they’re going to end well…

Missing: Passion

Q: “What are you passionate about?” A: *crickets* I’m not sure where my passion lies. For close to 57 years I’ve coasted through a life of privilege. I’ve been a bad actor more than once and suffered some consequences but those consequences were comparatively light and I’m still here with my life intact. Yes, myContinue reading “Missing: Passion”

The joylessness of the times

I can’t feel joy or pleasure without guilt. Too much happening, so much being asked, so much needs to be done. Textbook white fragility.

5 things to say at the end

From The New York Times, Sunday, April 12, 2020: “Thank you.” “I forgive you.” “Please forgive me.” “I love you.” “Goodbye.”

John Prine

This was a tough one to take. He’d held out for a very long time, and perhaps I felt glimmers of “no news is good news” hope. But the news hit late last night… I was late to the Prine party, purchasing the Rhino “Great Days” anthology in the early 90s. But then again, perhapsContinue reading “John Prine”

Let’s start what we have come into the room to do.

Thought on a rainy Sunday.

It’s a rainy Sunday in very late March. Normally a fire, soft music, a book, and/or the Sunday Times. Maybe some spring cleaning. But today it’s been hard talks about the future. Disheartening “check-in” phone calls. Avoidance of news (so hard to do when you’re on the computer!). And work, work, work to keep theContinue reading “Thought on a rainy Sunday.”