From the Blonde Moments file (Conversations with my daughter) Leaving the grocery store: Lauren- Why did we have to pay for this stuff? Me- What? Why wouldn't we? Lauren- Uh...World War Z, Contagion, I Am Legend, Zombieland. No one pays for their stuff during a pandemic. Everyone knows this. We were cheated. Me- Yeah, I... Continue Reading →
Things I Overheard While Talking to Myself # 7
"That's good chicken." When we were younger my brother would call every meat "chicken". He'd take a bite out of burger? That's good chicken. He'd eat some fajitas or ribs? That's good chicken. Of course we got tired of correcting him and he loved how it annoyed us so much that when we... Continue Reading →
The Detective and The Mysterious Case of the Half-Waffle
You thought it was never going to happen? You doubted me? Years of investigative training and experience and even then you thought this guy would never get this one. Oh sure he has solved multiple homicide cases with little or no evidence. Tracked down countless suspects who left the trail equivalent of a ghost. Sure... Continue Reading →
Things I overheard while talking to myself.
Thirty Miles. It's the length of the Island of Guam. That's a U.S. territory for those of you that slept through history class in high school. That's all I remember about it now. Thirty miles. Something about us invading it, then losing it, then getting it back again also lingers in my mind when I... Continue Reading →
Where am I gonna put my Pop-Tarts?
A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at a coffee shop reading when this young girl who I had seen many times before, asked me a question that I get quite often now. She wanted to know why I am always reading real books and not e-books on Kindle or Nook, or on my... Continue Reading →
The Sense of an Ending (book recommendation)
“How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life. Told to others,... Continue Reading →
The Absence of Me (things I think about when I think I am not myself)
This is the 4th coffee shop I have sat in in the last hour. I can't seem to find my focus today. That's a rare thing for me. Granted I have less important things to do nowadays, so focusing is not a life and death issue anymore, but still, it's a rare (and unwelcome) thing.... Continue Reading →
They call me Pop-Pops
"The kids are coming over tomorrow morning." But I wanted to write tomorrow morning. It was a split second thought. A little piece of nonsensical crap that shot through my mind with the force of a bullet. I regretted it the moment I thought it, and I wanted to take it back, but just like... Continue Reading →
The Randomness of Me
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 →
Memories, or not?
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 →
