At Least They're Committed

I’ve asked him to come see me and he’s been trying to, dropping by off and on for a couple of days while I’ve been surrounded by people. Now, at last, I’m alone. It’s not that late but it’s already dark because of the time change. I don’t mind. I’ve lighted three candles and they’re… Read more

I occasionally look back at my posts and cringe at the typos. Yes, they’re rampant. Main instead of mane, isle instead of aisle. Whatever. I’m not writing to impress anyone and I typically toss the words out randomly and seldom look back. Now, speaking of not needing to impress anyone, a curious thing happened yesterday.… Read more

The best lies have some modicum of truth to them. When you slip a falsity into a legitimate story the reader is most likely to gloss over your deception or, if you’re very good, dismiss what you’re glossing over yourself. It is because of this that I must think long and hard on what my… Read more

JESUS! While it’s true ‘I don’t talk so good’ in general — which makes me a prime candidate for a desk job, which fortunately I have — I admit I stumble over words more when we’re alone and I feel I need to fill space. This is not so much because I’m self-conscious, rather it… Read more

My dear, sweet, precious Dez, joy is the only way I can describe you. This photo captures and revels in that emotion — both your joy and the joy of all who see it. You’re at this moment playing on the sandy beaches in California with your mom and dad and I’m taking a moment… Read more

I’m not entirely sure why we receive Rolling Stone Magazine. We’ve never asked for it, we’ve never paid for it, it just keeps coming to my house. On the cover of a recent edition was a photo of Bob Dylan, who I’ve only lately come to appreciate. He’s cute in the way I think guys… Read more