My sister sent me an old faded picture. It is a shot of a dozen or so young laughing faces. We were sitting around a long table strewn with half-empty beer glasses and packs of Marlboro reds. We were young. We were innocent. We had no idea!
She thought the photo was from my going away party before I left for Germany. I would be gone for two years in the service.
Of course, she sent the “pic” in a text after digitizing it with her phone. 2021 is a long way from 1976 in so many ways.
“As your life changes, it takes time to recalibrate, to find your values again. You might also find that retirement is the time when you stretch out and find your potential.” — Sid Miramontes
The goodbyes were said and a few half-hearted “stay in touch” promises. There was a warm conversation with the boss and well wishes from co-workers. Then, in the middle of the day on a Wednesday, I hung up my work phone for the last time. After 25 years, it was over.
That evening, it became official. As any baby boomer will do in 2021, I took…
I love Amazon! Why wouldn’t I?
They sell anything one could imagine within the limits of the law, at a reasonable price. They have it at your front door quicker than you can say, “Jeff Bezos is a robber baron.” They will even deliver your stuff on a Sunday! Digital products are available as quickly as payment is processed.
Should a customer be dissatisfied with anything, the return policy is easy and unquestioned. Wrap it up, slap a label on it, and bring it to a UPS store, you will have your credit in a couple of days. …
When you see yourself somewhere in my experiences, or I raise an emotion in you — that is when I have done my job as a writer. Writers do not leave their dirty laundry behind closed doors. It is our job to show you who we are, the good and the bad, the happy and the sad. I have done that in my writing, at times to your applause and others at your criticism. For better or worse, I have shown you who I am and told you how I feel.
With that same philosophy, my wife has written a…
I don’t want to be a writer who churns out “content.” That is a job. I want to do more.
I want to stir your soul, not your ego. I want to appeal to your humanity. I want to breach your emotional firewall and poke at your vulnerabilities. I want to get under your skin and make you think. That is what good writers do. They get in their reader’s heads and leave something behind.
When you see yourself somewhere in my experiences or are affected by my opinions, we have made a connection. I have succeeded. In order to…
Hi, I hope you have been well since I last wrote. I know, it has been too long, my fault not yours. Fifty-five, sixty years or so? Time flies!
I could give you some lame excuse; life gets in the way, busy at the office, bla-bla-bla. You don’t want to know what I have been up to anyway. I am not going to bore you. I am sorry, I should have reached out long before this.
There was a time when you were an important guy in my life. You only came for that one visit a year…
I asked my mom if I could watch tv. She said no, now is not the time. She wasn’t angry — she was sad. I didn’t know what else to do. It was an awkward morning.
My father had died the night before. I was 11.
The conversations going on around me were not for little boys — I wanted no part of them anyway.
My feelings were strange and uncomfortable. I was doing my best to avoid them — I put on the best face I could muster — a little man.
Three or four workers were patching a…
I am intrigued by the whole side hustle economy. I have read books on the subject, listened to the podcasts, and checked out the blogs. For a long time, I was a watcher rather than a doer. It was easier to say, “Good for you — but that’s not for me” rather than get in the game.
I was stuck in neutral.
Although I never wanted to replace my main gig, I am always looking for supplemental income, something to build on my own. Extra cash to turn a week at the shore into a European vacation, maybe afford a…
I was 11 when my father died. He passed on the last day of September 1965.
From that day on, my mother raised my two sisters and me on her own. There was help from the extended family from time to time, but she did all the grunt work required to raise three kids. She worked as a secretary during the day, and as a waitress at night and on weekends. Not every night or weekend, but often enough to keep us comfortable, and her bone tired. The adult me appreciates her far more than the adolescent me ever did.
Who doesn’t want to improve themselves? Everyone does! We strive for better relationships, to make more money, or bolster our confidence. You may be seeking riches, or to shed your “stuff” and go, minimalist.
Whatever you want to change, there is a self-help book with the secrets to help you get there.
Some offer solutions to problems you didn’t even know you had, causing you to reflect — “Yup that’s me.” That will be $27.95 — thank you very much.
There is a fair amount of snake oil in the genre, for sure. Sensational titles that make outlandish promises —…