The problem with being an emotional hoarder is that you never throw anything away. Which is after all, the definition of a person who hordes. Pretty soon there isn’t room for anything new because the old is crowding up the place. There isn’t room for new events, memories, people or opportunities. It is just like… [Read more…]
April 24, 2011
Everyone carries something: a wallet, car keys, pictures of children, spouses or their dog. Cell phone, MP3 player, credit cards, a purse and cash. Lipstick, condoms, mouthwash, floss or a toothbrush. Some people carry all of those things. I’m a material minimalist. I carry a clip that holds my driver’s license, insurance card, debit card, library… [Read more…]
December 31, 2010
Resolutions suck. As such long time ago I stopped making them. They are silly and often left me feeling as if I was a failure. I can be hypercritical so I took little comfort in my victories and often obsessed about my failures. The result is often feelings of shame and frustrations. However, as part… [Read more…]
April 25, 2010
Knowing all my lessons, my responsibilities and my obligations the lingering question becomes an issue of when to call. When do I reach out and let her know that not a day goes by that I don’t think of her. Do I call at high school graduation, Christmas, birthdays, holidays, weekdays or Mondays? There is… [Read more…]
March 8, 2010
The first time you screw up it’s a mistake, the second time it’s by choice. I never thought I would find myself in this situation again. After all, I have my rules—clearly-defined, hard-worn, time-proven rules – the kind you accumulate over a lifetime of mistakes. Rules such as never eat the last spare rib on… [Read more…]
March 1, 2010
Recently I read with some curiosity an essay by Wounded Eagle entitled A Thief in The Night. Reading this article, and many like it, watching the news-tainment and listening to “experts” makes me really miss the intellectual integrity and character of William F. Buckley, Jr. Essentially, she is suggesting that those that disagree with her are sneaking into… [Read more…]
February 8, 2010
Stripped of my clothes, I stand naked on the foredeck surrounded by one hundred fifty-seven bloodthirsty lobsters. Time stops. In one hand, I brandish a stick of butter, on the other, I wear a golden oven-mitt held aloft. I peer into the hungry ocean and watch the gashing of its white-capped teeth. The green tongue… [Read more…]
December 24, 2009
As my Marine Corp Drill Instructor might say: “Good initiative, poor judgment.” Sometimes, it wasn’t even good initiative. Lessons for life - the good, the bad and the ugly.
December 1, 2009
Just to be fair - and so there is no confusion - this blog is intended to be an act of shameless self-promotion.
April 24, 2011
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