My original post about the Orphan Spirit is popular. I didn’t write most of the information there; I included articles by other authors and included their names and websites. I had two revelations this week that I will share. I find that other people go through similar trials. The first is from the book Complex … More The Orphan Spirit part 3
All the kids were so excited, Santa was sitting in a wagon pulled by a truck, escorted by the fire engines. It made me think: When was the last time I was that excited about anything? I really don’t recall. The closest was a few months ago, when my son got a new roommate who is a … More Santa was just in my neighborhood
Last summer while in Canada I picked up “The Road” by Cormac McCarthy. Big mistake. I was going to re-gift* this book at my Writer’s Group party next week but I wanted to read it first. First, let me confess: there are very few novels that I actually finish reading. They just don’t hold my … More Being cold, wet, tired and hungry makes me feel unloved. So why read a book about it?
Oh, I see. It’s going to be like that is it? I just wrote one of my best posts ever, and had a hand spaz and the whole thing deleted itself. Now I have to hit save after every sentence. I dragged myself out of bed today at 10 am, not sure if I’m still … More Slow Man weathers the Storm
The world’s eyes have turned to the Robin Williams story. He is a man that we all loved, and we really had no idea that he was in so much pain. We mourn him. While there is now much debate on what could have/should have/would have been done, I thought it might be a good … More My own personal crawl through depression vs. a broken leg.
Where to start? I guess the middle is as good a place as any. So my fiancé (now Mr. Porter) and I had to attend the pre-cana classes and get our certificate before we got married. I should mention here that I was off my regular anti-depressant medication. I was not on any medication, as … More A Night at the Psych Ward
Time itself is a strange concept. When we are enjoying ourselves, time seems to move quickly. When we are uncomforable, time seems to move slowly. When we are kids, time seems to pass slowly. Each day is so long; Christmas and Summer Vacation are always light years away. As adults, sometimes we stop and realize … More The Dimension of Time