Archive For The “Here I Am” Category
My fitness plan is not to fall. Almost two years since I last bent my left knee. Now, everything I do is rehab. Making the king-size bed is a good stretch. Wash the dishes by hand, sooth some arthritis. The big vacuum more than I can safely handle, so I use a broom. More stretching. Tell myself it’s just tai-chi. With chores instead of baby goats.
At the lesbian birthday party there’s a eight-person hot tub, numerous earth mothers and white witches, plus much understanding. No other men.
Face suggested Reed College, probably Twentieth Century American literature. Maybe Art History.
The rest of her looked like Jessica Rabbit, if the beautiful bunny had been brunette and less animated.
I am a lot more like a fish than you might imagine. Slippery and scaly, just for starters.
But…peel that onion back until you get to the stinky part… Should you really be fifty-years-old when you finally smell it.
I cannot overemphasize the ameliorative impact of a new doctor actually listening to me. Like a effective placebo.
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. – Nelson Mandela 2015, I wrote You can’t fall if you don’t climb. But there’s no real joy in living your whole life stuck to the ground. Try flying. 2025, older now. I could more easily fly today than…
Those who have long enjoyed such privileges as we enjoy forget in time that men have died to win them. -Franklin D. Roosevelt Looking back on my military career, which lasted approximately three years, eleven months, twenty-three days, eighteen hours and thirty-two minutes, there’s a certain pride. Just for having served, mostly. I didn’t do…
One winter morning, a Friday still not so long ago, my mother was discovered dead in her recliner. The television played on.
Know she died the night before. Watching ‘Jeopardy.’ Vanna White probably turned the first letter and Mom hollered out the solution to the puzzle and passed away from the excitement.
Every artist was once an amateur. – Ralph Waldo Emerson As some may know, I aspire to be an artist. So, when Cat (bottom left) asked her neighbor if she wanted to attend, too, I tagged along. Cost $110, if you bring a date. Yup, I took a Bob Ross painting class. Same age as…