I’m gonna go out on a not-so-long limb and say that ghosting (for those who don’t know, it’s the act of cutting off all communication and ignoring a person) is harmful. The clients I work with talk about doing it and are having it happen to them, which makes me wonder, is this the norm?Continue reading “Ghosting: A Rant”
Category Archives: Writings
A Real-Life Person At The IRS
“I was able to do 24 pull-ups. As you can imagine, I was quite the studlette.” This morning, day five of waiting on hold for far too long and getting hung up on, things greatly improved when Shannon came on the line. As expected the 62-year-old Marine’s military career bled into the commands given atContinue reading “A Real-Life Person At The IRS”
Fly Like An Eagle
I cock my head, peer into the distance, and hope the words will come. Where are they? Nature doesn’t respond, and it’s certain then; my creative juices have dried up and are in an empty jug floating away to sea. Legs outstretched, food digesting, my daughter and her grandmother are gardening. It’s just me. ForContinue reading “Fly Like An Eagle”
Unbreak My Heart
A gun is pushing into the center of my back. I must do what I’m told. There’s a pressure inside me, an unknown force that strongholds my thoughts, stifles creativity, and makes me feel utterly powerless. I’d like to perform a badass MMA move on it. Specifically, The Undertaker’s tombstone pile driver – ain’t nobodyContinue reading “Unbreak My Heart”
I Don’t Remember
I don’t remember how he picked up his feet when he walked or whether his burgundy woolen slippers skimmed the ground or if they left it with room to spare. I don’t remember the kind of cup he poured his box of red wine Franzia into. I’d surely remember if it was a proper stemmedContinue reading “I Don’t Remember”
No Diggity
Who am I to want to be a writer? And who am I to think other people will be interested in what I write? These thoughts plague, taunt and cajole me into doubt. And it’s this seed of insecurity that burrows in me like one of those creepy insect-bots from sci-fi films. But not toContinue reading “No Diggity”
One Week
I’m not fond of my serious side, even though I know it’s an essential aspect of my identity. But like Barenaked Naked Ladies said, “I’m the kind of guy that laughs at a funeral,” so I suppose there are others out there like me. I remember the first client I ever saw, a woman freshlyContinue reading “One Week”
Dead Hearts
The fewer number of unknowables in my life, the better. Side note: I love my deodorant. At our last family Christmas dinner, I sniffed a divine scent on my sister-in-law, which made my olfactories go a bit bonkers. I had to know it and had to have it – whatever it was. It turns outContinue reading “Dead Hearts”
Lesson On Guilt
What’s the emotion you least like experiencing and why? Mine has always been guilt. I think it’s because guilt usually comes wrapped with fear and anxiety like bacon and cream cheese do in a jalapeno popper. Too much guilt is like weeds in a garden. A few are fine, but the more you have, theContinue reading “Lesson On Guilt”
Ugh
I don’t know how to ask this heavy and chaotic mind of mine to do anything. I am out in the ozone, staring off and putting off writing. I want you to know I’m ok. Really. But how does one write and find their voice when lost in a maze? Maybe I will start byContinue reading “Ugh”
Going On 40 