Category Archives: Daily Journal

what does it say about a man who at 15 met a girl and positively identified her as his life love who can remember the exact moment 33 years later, delicious details intact who wrote frequent long letters after she’d moved far … Continue reading →

January 28th, 2010 (48 year-old son, Dave,  is driving his 71 year-old mother, Donna to the store. ) Dave: Yeah, I had that 65′ Buick, used keep stalling on me.  Figured out rust chips from the gas tank kept plugging up the … Continue reading →

Fairness is an utterly useless concept and unjustifiable expense. ~~ She’ll look into your eyes and see you Not where you came from, but where you’re coming from Not what you do, but what you are She’ll find you even when you don’t know where … Continue reading →

Days change, years change, but people remain the same. Brutal killings, shocking cruelty, same today as yesterday If vicious didn’t exist in action, nor would it in vocabulary But the Wild doesn’t kill viciously, That perception belongs exclusively to humans The Wild doesn’t have perceptions ` Weak … Continue reading →

Every Day is a Bad Day Some days suck less than others Metaphorically, if YOU get on a train going the wrong direction, YOU can make the decision to get off at the next stop, thus controlling your destiny. BUT, What do you do … Continue reading →

What I want to say is different From that which I’d like you to know. So why bring it up? Okay, I’ll bite, what the hell are you talking about. Well, talking with you is like stepping through a mine field. An explosion is … Continue reading →

Her dreams festered and died as she idly sat by. Selling precious pieces of life to survive, Hope bobbed futilely, drowning in a sea of insecurity and confusion. Neglected fulfillment of empty promises, Anguish,  isolation… Her heart thrown into a cobweb clustered corner of a … Continue reading →

Superbowl Sunday, 1988 Phone rings, I hear the phone but refuse to acknowledge until… The line crackled and buzzed but her voice sounded through.  My heart pounds dangerously upon hearing the message on the deprecated mini-cassette answering machine owning her voice. “Dave, this is … Continue reading →