Confessions of a Covid Confinement

“Socially distancing wasn’t the problem. Socially connecting was.”

Choices: The Haunting of February

I thought about writing every day for the past month. I was restless with thoughts of what I would write about, more than not reverting to a feeling that it was pointless. I ruminated in the dwelling of the everyday routine – caught between that split second when one emerges from sleep still not fully

I’m back (and squishier than before)

“..within each of us lies the ability to be cracked open a bit more regardless of whether we may consciously or unconsciously be willing to be an active participant.”

Feelings (whoa, whoa, whoa Feelings)

That is what love really is – when you are witnessing those you would die for just being in the moment and embracing the fleeting nature of it all.

There is no better way to help oneself than helping others so this is me being selfish.

Daylight Savings, Raking Leaves & Beginning with the End

A setting sun, a browning landscape and an emerging winter must still be expressed, regardless of whether it is welcome or not.

Celexa, Carol King and Me.

Over 2 years ago I started taking Celexa – or Citalopram, as the generic is known.  I like saying Citalopram better – it sounds “practical jokey”. Celexa sounds like a high class luxury vehicle or a blonde socialite I would never have anything do with. “I met Celexa at the club and we parted in

Independence Day (from my) Thoughts

Are you waiting for the end of the storm to pass over you or are you willing to try and find the end on your own?