What would happen if a person who repeatedly contemplated suicide but never went through with it faced death for real? I cheated Death when I first contemplated suicide at the age of five. But Death won’t be cheated for long. So here I stand, at the age of 20, smirking at the irony of it…
Time flies when you’re working hard, participating in physical therapy and launching a new publication! I just realized it’s been about a month since I added to this blog. I guess those alarm clocks have sprouted wings. Well, work hours are almost back to normal. Physical therapy has got me walking almost normally on flat…
A fear bubbles forth A spider of self loathing Slam it with a book
Oops. I spoke too soon. Turns out I did break a bone — I have a teeny, tiny fracture in my tibia. Also, I have extensive bruising in my tibia and I sprained my ACL. OK, OK. For some of you that may be Greek – it was for me, too. Basically your leg is…
There was no mid-April blog entry because I was in a small accident. On the morning of April 16, 2005, I went shopping at a local grocery store. I was pushing my shopping cart to my vehicle and had gotten halfway across the parking-lot road when a minivan turned left into me. She hit the…
On June 6, 1981, my diary entry consisted of nothing but poetry. Here is a series i did about color. Yellow Yellow is bright and cheery It never seems dreary Yellow is the sun Yellow is the morning Yellow wakes me up to a new day And by the way Yellow is adoring Red Red…
Earlier this year I learned about a writer’s cultural exchange program in Romania. It sounded perfect for me, especially in light of the novel I’m working on. So I applied for it. I even started planning for it because I just had this feeling that I was going to get in. The deadline was March…
I came up with this while walking to the Metro station from work. “Stop that, Vermilion. You are digging your claws into my shoulder.” The small dragon shifted its weight, again, upon April’s shoulders. She dipped her tiny head toward April’s ear and made a soft, friendly hissing sound. “That’s OK,” April said. “I know…
I wrote this entry in my Random Thoughts journal on July 19, 1999. What is reality, really? How does one determine what is truth? Sometimes, when I’m walking the dog at night, I look up, watch the tangerine clouds move across the periwinkle sky and think, “This doesn’t look real. It looks more like painted…
As I’ve mentioned before, I get all sorts of press releases in my e-mail. And, although most of them are not really of interest to me, they at least are in a genre I cover — food, travel or science. Except for one I got a few days ago. This one was about wacky jobs….