There’s this thing that keeps happening to me in Tucson, and it’s quite the conundrum because it hasn’t happened anywhere else quite like this. People dispose of me from their lives. They dispose of other people too, so I know it isn’t just me. It’s never about me. I’m just the latest Continue Reading
There’s a Lunar eclipse this morning during the blue blood moon of January 31st. To me it feels connected to another eclipse which occurred on July 6, 1982. That’s the day my father died, and now my mother is facing the final days of her life.
If she passed tonight, those two days would become forever connected in my mind. Life is rarely so neat and precise. My father passed rather suddenly of a heart attack while my mom lingers on with a weak heart and other ailments. Only two months ago she felt fine, but now she’s a completely different person in home hospice care. Death’s doorstep—we’ve all been given some time to let go.
61 and 88, the final ages of my parents. They were part of the World War Two generation. I felt like I got to say a good goodbye when I went back east to visit. She kissed my hand when I said goodbye. She seems ready to go, and I am ready to let her go. I don’t want her to linger on.
The moon is turning red. And it’s been a long time coming.
My Mother passed away on the morning of February 2nd.
A solicitor showed up to my door about a week ago. He looked to be about 15 years old. He had a blue tub full of something, maybe candy bars. He handed me a card with some information on it and started his practiced spiel. I’m doing a fundraiser to get to Six Flags Amusement Park in California. I looked at the card, a fine laminated card it was, and I watched him prepare to open the tub to reveal the goodies, but I had already lost patience. Continue Reading
In the ‘old’ America, people of an ideological viewpoint acted to reel in those people on their own ‘side’ that had strayed from the truer understanding. McCain does this to Trump, and so in that tradition as a writer who studied the civil rights movement in depth, I wanted to take on this idea rising in the culture of “Punch a Nazi.” Continue Reading
The 5-star rating system sucks as a way to rate people. It’s original purpose was to rate products and services so that the people offering those products and services could improve upon them. Now, corporations—from car dealerships to transportation providers and more—use 5-star ratings from customers to rate their employees, and all that does is end up creating animosity and antipathy hidden behind fake friendliness. Continue Reading
How did liberalism die in America? It’s actually pretty simple. It happened when the word “liberal” changed from an adjective to a noun. Continue Reading
I wrote this on my birthday in 2014 and didn’t post it. I took some of the ideas and put them into a different post a couple weeks later. While looking over lost threads I found this again and decided to put it out there in its original form…changing the title from “51”, my age at the time, to a vague reference to area 51—for no good reason. Continue Reading
I hold this idea in my mind of a final walk into Grand Canyon, never to return. It’s not to the level of a plan, just an idea that persists of how to face the end of all things. It comes to mind a lot more these days, as it does during unfulfilling times. I lost the thread in life that kept me, and it feels like time to let go of this earthly realm, to cease these patterns that didn’t amount to anything worthy of love. Continue Reading
This is a blog post that dates back to last decade. It sums up my three-year look into the world of online dating in its infancy. I think that knowing so much about relationships (by studying them in humanities classes) actually makes having one harder. People sometimes feel I am studying them. (And I guess I am. Aren’t we all?) They’d rather live in ‘ignorant’ bliss than ‘knowing’ bliss. Oh well, throwing it back to many years ago with my take on the fledgling internet dating scene. Continue Reading
I honestly confess that I shed a tear today upon hearing that Prince passed away at age 57. I’m not exactly sure why. I was never a big Prince fan, but his music did hold a place within me. I think my sorrow had to do with the intersection of three things: the sorry state of popular American music today, being so spoiled with music in my life that someone as dedicated and talented as Prince wasn’t all that important to me, and most importantly thinking about the creativity and love of music that many of my personal friends have shared with me. Continue Reading