Monthly Archives: January 2018
Sam Smith. That’s the name he’d been going by for the last 150-plus years and it suited him fine, like the 21st Century and it’s clothing styles, which he thought of as he adjusted his tie, making certain that the … Continue reading
Poor Thomas’ Almanac for January 30: In 1835, Andrew Jackson survived the first attempt against the life of a U.S. president. Time’s are changing as the media is openly calling for the assassination of President Donald Trump.
There’s a Cherokee tale called ‘White Wolf and Black Wolf’ and I’m about to purposely screw it up. Last night, I allowed Black Wolf to control me. In my darkness, Black Wolf bit down on my head like a vice-grip, … Continue reading
My friend passed away. I thought her death unfair. She’d beaten cancer only the week before. Grief consists of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Sometimes these five stages come one at a time or all at once. In my … Continue reading
Misplaced feelings (happy, sad, glad, mad) are common as I learned following the death of a good friend. All the night of her passing I whined about how sad I was that she’d beat cancer, only to be taken because … Continue reading
“But I thought she was getting better?” I asked. Kay responded, “Yeah, the doctor said her cancer has gone into remission.” “That was three days ago, so why is she back in the hospital now?” “Some sort of infection.” That’s … Continue reading