…so I doodled on a placemat.
I just learned that my paternal grandmother passed away the other day. She was my last surviving grandparent on either side. I never really knew her. The only time I spent any quality time with her was back when I was five years old. All I remember was that she and my grandfather stayed with us for a short time back then. She cooked, cleaned, and took pleasure in shouting at my mother. Oh, and she’d give herself one of those “towel baths” in her room with the door open, which was kind of gross. I’ve long forgiven her for that. But still the nightmares come.
“I wanted more than life could ever grant me.” ~ Today, by The Smashing Pumpkins
Today is the greatest day for me. I’m going to heal. Continue reading
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 2007
By the end of 2006, I was spiritually at one of my all-time lows. I repeatedly questioned my own existence in this world in a very “George Bailey” sort of way (James Stewart’s character in the 1946 film “It’s A Wonderful Life”), that maybe the world would be best without me. To be honest, I used to think about that pretty regularly for several years. But this time around, I had a son on the way so I snapped out of it quickly, especially after our trip to Brazil in 2007. Continue reading
Who am I kidding? My entire blog is based on a continuous series of flashbacks. Continue reading
“Solitude is a hard-won ally, faithful and patient.” – Henry Rollins
What a commodity. It’s refreshing and recuperating. Rejuvenating and reenergizing. It’s what keeps me sane. Continue reading