“That’s me in the corner, that’s me in the spot light,” blogging my religion. All this chatter: On the wings of Ebay appear three new books (like totally, new), just seeing and touching and…

It all started on Thanksgiving, five days ago. The winter’s chill of giving thanks, alone. How can you (one) talk cogently about mental illness when you don’t have it? Probably. I cannot speak cogently…

Somehow this life has scraped away much of what has been in my head. The wicked aloneness. All the music. Sleeping in a thin bed which floats on the dreams of compassion.The way bees…

Last week in my ‘Ode to the odometer’ I mentioned both my friend Gavin and the April morning my then-wife Susan asked me for a divorce. At some point when the talking and listening…

“Thanks.”

Flashback — I’m one of a four-member crew for the Wareham (Massachusetts) Park Department a summer after my high school graduation. It’s pouring down rain and we are in the little shack on the…

The other morning writing my Morning Pages the phrase ‘Kit and Kaboodle’ showed up. Google shared this definition – “All of something, the entire lot of people or things….Origin – ‘Kit and boodle.’ ‘Kit’…

There were times when I was a kid growing up in Massachusetts the winter temperature would drop to six degrees. And it wasn’t unusual, there in my first 50 years, to have two or…

While on the ride back from the Bob Jones Trail and the Avila Beach pier Wednesday afternoon, sunlight poured in through the rear window and lit up the dashboard. My eyes fell on the…

There’s a feral cat named Bobbie up on a thin fence, what looks like a magnificent act of balance, though for Bobbie it’s just hanging out. Bobbie became my friend, this was back in…