What does a police detective do after he retires? Who knows? It's a mystery.
I often wonder about all the things I and my daughter Lauren say in our home that we might not ever have said had we not adopted our dog Blue. There are things spoken in the house of a dog owner that are simply not spoken in other places. Sure, some of the things said... Continue Reading →
On this day three years ago, I sat in Dr. Juan Bernini's office at Vannie E. Cook Jr. Children's Cancer & Hematology Clinic as he told me and other family members that Andre, the cutest little 4-year-old boy in our world, had leukemia. He pointed to a screen on a computer and showed us a... Continue Reading →
Anyone who knows me knows that not only do I love a good cup of coffee, but I am also thrilled when I discover a good coffee shop. Good coffee is not hard to find, but a good coffee shop is a rare thing. Sure, every day a new one pops up somewhere around here,... Continue Reading →
This is a short story from my "Moments in Time" series. Life, real life, only really happens in moments. It is in those moments that we make choices that affect everything we are. As a cop, more often than not, I got to see people only when they made the wrong choice. These are true... Continue Reading →
The Birds. I was reading a book on my balcony when I noticed a black bird flying back and forth from who knows where to the base of a large Mexican Oak tree in front of me. The tree blocks all view for me, but I don't mind. The tree itself is a good view.... Continue Reading →
We all have random thoughts. Things we think about without knowing what the hell could have triggered them. Most of them are just normal day-to-day stuff. Things we think about every day about things we encounter every day. I am not sure that there is anything day-to-day about me anymore. I'm sure there used to... Continue Reading →
As a writer who likes to write about childhood memories I often wonder if my memory is getting it right, or am I just making it up as I go along? Who knows? It's a mystery. A long time ago I read a book titled "The Memory Book". Wait, no, it was called "Your Memory... Continue Reading →
Reblogging this poem because I can.
Sometimes I like to sit
by an old old tree
and ask it what it knows
and if it knows me
Does it know my name
Has it seen me here around
Am I a whisper in its leaves
Before they fall onto the ground
Am I found among its rings
Am I carved along its side
Did I there make my marks
Or is this all too much pride
Does it see everything
Does it record all the pain
does it protect me always
when life brings the rain
Do its leaves tell the wind
all the secrets that I hold
can I hear that conversation
or am I being too bold
Do I owe it anything
for the shade that it gives
or am I deeply in its debt
for the length that I ‘ll live
Does it see my future
did it witness my past
does it…
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Sometime in the late nineties I put together three CD's with some of the best seventies music ever. Nope. Not true. It was the best music collection ever. Everyone who heard it wanted a copy, and I remember making dozens of copies of those CD's for people that asked for them. This was strange to... Continue Reading →
