Of Comfort and Peace….

When I sat down to write “All that I had, I gave away (a letter to you)” I did so with a sense of relief, finally realizing what was nagging at me inside, something I could not identify until I hit me. The difficulty came from the feeling that I should be “moving on” and just... Continue Reading →

To jump again…

I stand twenty stories high. My bare feet solidly planted on the edge of the glass building, toes curl over the edge gripping the sides firmly. Gently I lean my body forward observing the crowds below. From above they appear as chess pieces strategically moving throughout their day as I, from my perch, stand and... Continue Reading →

Active Shooter..

I was supposed to write the next post about the difficulty of being four hours away from my boys, about trying to figure out if the personal success that I have been having at work was worth the distance that I am away from them. About whether or not I should move back and take... Continue Reading →

I found the Comfort in….

I have been a Nirvana fan since I was a young teenager. The primal screams and pain that emanated from his throat spoke to me as a boy deep in the throws of the stereotypical “teenage angst”. Yes I had the ripped jeans, yes I had the Chuck Taylors, yes I had the long blond... Continue Reading →

Finding my pace in this world…

I can see it. It walks casually up the sidewalk on the opposite side of the road, arms swinging to a cadence that breeds its own type of music. There is a carefree attitude emanating from very core of its being. Head is held high, shoulder up, eyes staring straight ahead, and a smirk, a... Continue Reading →

The Formidable Mile….

The journey that I have taken over the course of the past two years has been one that at times has seemed directionless.  Taking the proverbial one step forward only to take two steps back again.  At times these steps seem to be tripping over themselves then stumbling either forward or falling backwards so the... Continue Reading →

I hope I am not my Dorian Grey.

The eyes that star back at me in the bathroom mirror are that of a stranger. I do not recognize this person. He might as well be a passerby glancing from a crowd wondering whom this man was walking down the street staring intently at the sidewalk. The eyes, the eyes that once looked upon... Continue Reading →

So I can feel…..

The stove pops and hisses while the homemade Chicken noodle soup slowly completes its boil. A Television in the background provides the only conversation that has taken place all day. Silence is golden? Not to the overly active mind it isn’t. Sometimes there just needs to be sound and sometimes there needs to be a... Continue Reading →

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