August 2010

I turned down playing pool more than once in my life. Grandma C. had a table in her basement that always lured me when we visited once or twice a year. There were usually not many kids my age to play with, so I often ventured down there alone, possibly with a cousin or two […]

Not sure what makes me need to write at 12:30 in the morning, but here I sit, my Native American flute music in the background, finding just a little bit of zen, or heaven, or enlightenment, or awareness, or mindfulness, or interconnectedness, or whatever else you want to call it. Maybe it’s just my insomnia

The spring semester of my junior year in college started out as a rough one. I was going through some relationship issues, feeling what it felt like to get my heart broken, feeling like I was falling to pieces. So dramatic, as I look back now… but at the time, my whole life felt like

I was sitting at my desk in my office, and was working on my schedule. I pulled out my calendar and reazlied suddenly that “someday” wasn’t there. I flipped the page, thinking it was maybe next week. No… not there either. What could I have done with that? I thought, “Maybe I stuck it in