Two years and four months ago I had congestive heart failure, came minutes from dying and subsequently had an aortic valve replacement. Depression can be a side effect of a major heart event, but my depression didn’t kick in until November 9, 2016, when the United States Presidential election was called for Donald J. Trump. … Continue reading ROOSEVELT
Now that I’ve quit smoking, I can state with complete confidence that I’m the only American on the planet that is not addicted to something that helps them deal with financial troubles, health issues, shitty jobs, relationship nightmares and/or Donald J. Trump. So what do I do about my lifelong poverty, severe depression, rapid … Continue reading Fool Me Once…
This isn’t about Chris Cornell. It’s about me. A few days ago while staring at a blank screen and listening to alternative 90s rock on Pandora something weird happened. The Freshmen by The Verve Pipe played and a few songs later Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve poured through my headphones. Using any excuse to avoid … Continue reading This Isn’t About Chris Cornell
I wrote the following about fifteen years ago after my wonderful mother passed away. I wish her amazing great-grandsons Wiley and Denley could have known her. She would have loved them so much. ************************************************************************************ I look nothing like my mother and our personalities couldn’t have been more different. I inherited two major things from … Continue reading Missing Mom
A while back I had to call a plumber and it was not a pleasant experience. Today I had lunch with two plumbers and things went much better. I turned 61 this week and my cousin Dori wanted to take me to lunch. Mortified Daughter joined us at a Japanese restaurant. I’d never been to … Continue reading Where’s a Plumber When You Need One?
Parents love to dump their small children in the toy section of a bookstore, which makes me a glorified babysitter rather than the manager. I do get a thrill out of paging the negligent breeders to pick up their kids because it pisses them off to have their blissful alone time interrupted. I want to … Continue reading The Unsupervised Prophet
Today, I did what I always do on September 11. I watched some of the memorial service and cried. I read news articles and cried. I thought back to that terrible day and cried. I’ve never written about my experiences that day because it’s not the type of thing I write. I write satire and … Continue reading We Forget to Remember
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