A Neighborhood Cat

My friend, a neighborhood cat I named Charles. The Neighborhood Cat A year ago, a gray tabby chose me. Not completely. Not all at once. Just enough to start a friendship. Then he disappeared. Part of that was circumstance. Part of it was fear, and whatever fragile bridge we were building collapsed before it was…

PTSD Triggered

Over the past few months, I seem to have drifted away from the original purpose of this blog, and I owe my readers an apology. My mental health has been in a very difficult place lately. I was unexpectedly triggered by news stories involving the USS Abraham Lincoln, the USS George Washington, and other vessels….

Day 1

Number of days sober: 1 I desire to be sober again. Escaping hasn’t worked; it is time to try something new. Pausing for a moment of reflection, it isn’t that escaping didn’t work, it is that I outgrew the tool. I have things I would like to do and they are better done sober.

Exploring Options

I’ve recently reopened my dream folder on my computer and have had some interesting ideas spring forth. Before I can allow myself to feel comfortable with the dream, I need to explore why another model of it failed. We were successful in our mission. We excelled at peer to peer groups, financial assistance, and helping…

Community programs

What’s one thing that would instantly improve your city? A program without a building attached to it. This works very well in my small community, the outreach would be very large if more programs existed, ie. our seniors meet every week for chair exercises in the park. I haven’t been because I am not old…

Not Interested

I’m not interested in financial success. I am interested in the voice of my work carrying hope and the reflection of a man on a recovery journey. I have published some collections and priced them; it is because I think there is value and a different audience. People who won’t take time to peruse a…

An Insight into My Motivational Landscape

My views will not be normal, and they will depart from logical structure and lean into emotional reasoning. I’ve been thinking a lot about the journey across the churning river that held me back. It was a mixture of logic and emotions that were difficult to sort. So many moments created shock waves in my…

Apple Pie

When weekend boredom strikes we like to make pies and freeze them in the freezer, so on a fancy we can thaw them then bake them.

Sicily

The restaurant on the side of the road during wartime a couple decades ago.

Gave me a compliment

What’s the kindest thing someone has ever done for you? A lot of my life has been spent living in emotional pain from loneliness. In high school an English teacher I wasn’t even in class with would stop me in the hall and tell me I was doing a good job and to keep my…