I’ve mentioned (and lamented) my new, old habit of wasting time on social media and non-social media (or I guess what could just be called regular old media – news). Entire hours go by, which bleeds into the day, and the next thing I know that cat is bugging me to feed him dinner. The…
Category: Love
Always Waiting
Michael Kiwanuka has been on of my favorite musicians for a few years now. I’ve posted some of his other videos elsewhere on this blog. I listen to him a lot when I go on my walks. My daughter came to visit me specifically so we could road trip up to Nashville to see him…
Love (6/17/20)
Yesterday was the two year anniversary of when I met my ex-fiancee, B. It was also Bloomsday – the day in which Joyce’s Ulysses takes place (also the day Joyce met his wife). Today is my wedding anniversary. I was with my wife for 17 years, and we were married just shy of 10 of…
GOING ALL IN
Half way done my second cup of coffee – though like the weather, it’s cool and a little unappealing, I opted for the sofa and blanket and book this morning. I’m feeling unkempt and a little unruly… which for me is still pretty tame compared to most. When I started this book of essays, “Walking…
A CONVERGENCE OF SUBJECT AND SELF
In paying attention to mood and self and allowing myself the freedom to drift about, I allow myself to be a little proud of miniature battles hard fought and won. In plain language, I could have easily let the night slip away in to surfing the net, swiping profiles, lamenting circumstances, or any other number…
WRITING AND SLOW REVELATION
I seldom get through reading a few poems, or an essay without wanting to hop on my computer and write something. Similarly, I seldom write something without wanting to take it all back or revise it or clarify. I’m thankful that the collection of essays I’m reading seems to support this behavior, this back and…
VALIDATION: IT’S COMPLICATED
Sometime around 5am Nick the cat jumped up on the bed to let me know he needed attention or food or just that it was unacceptable for me to continue sleeping. He’s partially blind, and his claws get caught on everything as he walks. When he comes to wake me up, he stumbles over my…
PORCH EDITION (SOME THOUGHTS CONTINUED)
I suppose this is technically the balcony edition. It’s a beautiful night here in Memphis. After an afternoon run (and shower) I opted for a beer and some music on the balcony. The hair is getting a little long – not sure I’ve actually “done” it with product or anything for a while. I love…
CIRCLE BACK, PART II
A few weeks ago…. god, who can even keep track of days or weeks anymore, I wrote a post, “Circle Back.” It was about an ex-girlfriend, D, reaching out, and a woman I know, C, who had gone back to her boyfriend. I ended that post questioning why some of us (I’m certainly in this…
THOSE WORDS UNSAID
Last night, thinking about my ex-fiancee’s late husband, I had said I was going to try to use this space for something thoughtful. I sat down a few times to try to write. Feeling like it’s not my place got the best of me and the words wouldn’t come. I suspect they will some day…
APRIL 11
For me, it’s hard not to acknowledge today – this date. This time last year, it was a Thursday, my fiancee, B, had gone in to the city to run some errands and go to a counseling session. It was sunny, the trees were starting to bloom. When she came home, things felt different and…