"Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully" - Richard Bach Thinking back For the last five months I have followed the current pandemic protocols. I have socially isolated, wear my mask when I go for a wheel to get some sun. I have maintained a "ten" foot … Continue reading Five Months
I have been gone and thought my days of posting my thoughts were behind me. It has taken a pandemic to come to the realization that I am not ready to stop posting the garbled garbage of my thoughts yet. I thought I was ready to stop posting but didn't want to stop writing. Now, … Continue reading Quiet For Too Long
Imagine, for a moment, that you are ten years old and lying in a hospital bed. The kid in the bed next to you is eight and you are watching the life drain out of him. In less time than it takes to slip a face covering on the life had evaporated out of your … Continue reading When Perspective and Ideology Diverge…
Calgary Protest I have been staying quiet recently and there has been a reason for that. We are already inundated with negative news and every time I sat down to write nothing but bitterness was showing up on my screen. People didn't need more of that so I just kept my writings to myself. One … Continue reading Taking a Stand – Part 1
My frustration level is maxed. Trying to be a nice guy in this world just makes you a victim...
I am just coming up to the end of my 9th week of the COVID19 health crisis. I had entered this period believing my days of writing were behind me and that maybe, just maybe, it was time to just give up the fight and let others take up the torch. All indications are not … Continue reading Cracks in the Mirror
I have just finished week 7 of the COVID19 life-style and I'm starting to run on fumes. The fight is draining out of me. I feel like I'm trapped on a carousel of an ever changing cycle of Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, five stages of grief. However just as you think you have worked through one, a … Continue reading Running On Fumes
For some reason I woke up at 3am this morning with the song "Romper, stomper, bompar boo" floating in my mind. Why that should have been there is beyond me. I was a few generations ahead of the TV show "Romper Room" but the tune was stuck in my head. I knew I wasn't getting … Continue reading In Fascist Fields Where Hate Does Grow
Your complacency is killing me! I use to wake up in the morning looking forward to my coffee, blueberry bagel, check my news feeds and follow-up with my social media requests. I'm a news junkie, I don't deny that but I am dealing with an increasing number of friends and relatives who don't want to … Continue reading Are You Paying Attention?
I truly thought my days of writing were behind me. I still continue to write for myself however I haven't been sharing it. When you have no one at home to discuss how your day went you either bottle it up or write it down. Bottling it turns it into a disease, I know I … Continue reading Speak Up