at night

So tired of typing. Tired of screens. The blue light. I wonder if they are listening. Not that it matters. I’ve got nothing to hide tonight. Everything comes out eventually because that’s the only way we survive. Keep the spirit moving. From one life to the next. Why do people text? What happened to phone … More at night

Our Summer Cottage

            Driving down Long Lake Highway. Excited and chatting about the little red cottage we just toured. The kids love it. I sense nothing but good vibes. But Jen, my wife, doesn’t like that the neighbors are so close, that the water is only two feet deep at the end of the dock, and that … More Our Summer Cottage

Parenting 2019

You’re not parenting. You’re giving in. I’m not sure if it’s laziness or delusional behavior, but the way you’re doing it is wrong. Unless your kid can pull herself up by her bootstraps and make herself better because of some intrinsic values given to her by God, magic, or happenstance, she’s probably going to repeat … More Parenting 2019

nice or not

It’s so early, but so late. I wouldn’t have this perspective if I’d had more to eat or less to drink. Nothing would make sense, and these words would not fall into place like this had I not gone through all that I have in my life. And I haven’t gone through much. At least … More nice or not

the urge

I’m too old to get weird, I suppose. But that’s what my core is telling me. Write. Meet with people. Travel. Wear whatever feels right. To me. I want to spend hours reading, thinking, meditating. I want to reach another level of fulfillment without going the standard way of religion or wakefulness or any of the other scripted horseshit ways people seem to go. … More the urge

magic stuff

December 3, 2018                 We’ve got the cold wrapping up all around us. It’s time for long johns, parkas, and insulated boots. Trekking through snow and slush. Penguin-stepping over ice. Or dodging puddles. It is Michigan, after all. Twenty-seven degrees right now at 7:32 pm but it could … More magic stuff

the never end

I lifted the cat and hugged her. Even though she’s shit on our bedroom floor and I stepped in it twice. Barefoot. Once, as I clomped my way to the john in the dark. Bladder so full of vodka, Sprite, and water that I thought I’d never go back to bed. The other, a weird … More the never end