The end of the month is crunch time for an accountant. Making sure all activity has been posted to the books; making sure all cash transactions have been entered. All month-long an accountant’s goal is a smooth month end. We strive for it. I’ve been working as an accountant for the past six years and […]Read More “I Quit!”
Have your ever asked yourself: who would I be, if I were a different kind of me? In my other life … I was not born to a sociopath. I did not look to his eyes for a twinkle of benevolent fatherly pride and discover instead a tragic glint of estranged malevolence. I did not […]Read More In My Other Life
On our way to school last week, Atticus, 12, and I discuss our black cat’s willingness to lie in the driveway, unafraid or oblivious to traffic. “Like a cat in Pompeii, Mom,” Atticus observes, “Just caught.” “In lava,” I add, “and left there for thousands of years.” “Have you been there, Mom?” “Uh huh, after […]Read More Not Pompeii
It’s not very often I have time to lounge around the house. Recently, however, my wife was out of town and I was privileged to enjoy an entire weekend to myself. I slept in late, ate ice cream for breakfast, and chugged down every can of beer I could find. After soothing myself with a […]Read More You’re Hired! Welcome to the World of Live-Cam Modeling!
Something in me popped Just stopped— and as I waited around I mopped up the dreams I dreamt when I was a kid and you said I could do anything- be anywhere be anyone- even no one… I thought I’d be someone. They spilled… Into a bottle of pills that I take when I go […]Read More White Boys
Mother Servant Concubine Lonely Dreamer Alive only by a whisper Useless, never enough. Stoic Listless Paranoid Bored Always a smile. Traumatized and the perpetrator. Victim or Victor? In my starring role, I used to be, moving ethereal cinematic relishing the play. Re-runs on constant loop. Looking, looking Curtain falling, happiness not for me. Some get […]Read More Prison Blues
I rattled in dull blue uncertainty until low-tread Maverick tires threatened to blow and the rims were almost ready to fall off. I fed water to the radiator on every trip. Finally got the thing re-cored. The timing belt broke on the way to Salem, Oregon. Aligning the wheels would have cost more than the […]Read More Telling the Maverick Good-bye
I’m obsessed. My mind won’t quiet. Thoughts of more pull me out of the present. Dreams that reach magnitude distract me. Questions circle non-stop. How can I make it better? What does this need? Am I really making the best use of my time? Doubt is never far. Anxiety is a circle that feeds itself. […]Read More Obsessed