Soon she would be mine again. — And now Thursday. Last time I checked, all day. I can’t rid myself of this deep pain, a knifes’ shaft deep thrust between my ribs, breathing is near impossible. This will go all day and into the night as sinister as a poison lathered bull frog. One sits, reminisces into…

Move to catch it in time — Several years have gone by since I had my melanoma cancer removed from the left side of my neck. As I’m not a doctor, it will have to be enough to say that melanoma is considered one of the most aggressive, life-threatening cancers. …

Take that breath? — Thursday once again!! What might I do to greet this day forward? Sales barely creeping lately. Are there any tricks still within my reach or are we destined for far coarser paths? Hard to say, of course. Unless one, you, me, is in the predicting game. Well, are we? I’d…

Love had grown, hidden, unbidden — They sat on the yard swing. Crickets chirping filled the air, some more trilling than others, an uneven, disorganized crescendo. Around the base of the tall bush next to the swing glowed several dimly lit, orange, plastic pumpkins. …

They had a blast. — The Vatican, Uncle Sam, the police, the loan shark, the pharmacy and the bordello, amongst others, always at odds mystically conspired to rid the coastal village of a deadly blight. So, it went. Nestor handed Emilio a slice of smoked mackerel and a lemon wedge on wax paper. Nestor’s wife…

Eye of the beholder. — The kitchen was silent. I felt alone in the kitchen, which perhaps was more accurate. But there, catching my eye, was the one egg. No, it wasn’t the last egg. That could do for a whole other story. There was a new, unopened flat of thirty eggs, that’s how we…

Ageing like baby steps… — Another piece on ageing in the heartfelt interest to help shed light on this phase. It’s a simple fact. We will age, grow older, past old, then real old then that day or night just as surely as the sun sets there arrives Mr. Grim Reaper. He comes to call…

A ten-year-old grows in awareness, step by step. — It was near Lake Ann, just south of Bowden, Ohio. Now it’s been sixty years and I still carry that moment with me. We’d just moved to Bowden from Columbia, Missouri. My dad just took a new job as manager of an Ace Hardware store that was opening up. …

Opportunities are everywhere to grow in this awareness. — He spun around in circles, as though in shock and fear. It was around four am, around the time I get going in the morning. In the dark light of the early morning, I used my cell so that I wouldn’t catch a toe on a table leg. …