I can think of nothing I hate more than to be told what to do. Those who know me would think I don't like to be told to shut up, given the fact that I never stop talking. But what I hate the most is someone telling me to do what they say, because they… Continue reading Don’t mind my business
Why is one difficult task followed by another? More so, why is that in adulthood we must endure and undertake so many things we don't want to but are told it's for the right reasons? Haven't we all heard that again and again, that it's not fun but it's the right thing to do and… Continue reading When is it enough?
I did it again. I sit here typing with sunburnt arms and chaffed ankles because I haven't bought golf shoes and went in boat shoes. I played what I have no doubt, was the worst game of golf of my life. That being said I spent at least 10-12 holes laughing my ass off. I… Continue reading Golf leads to murder: Part II
I remember a fond conversation a professor once tried to have with me, my senior year in college. I had mentioned to her that I had written a novel and asked for her input. I can't say I remember much about her or her thoughts on my novel. She seemed far more interested in me… Continue reading 500 Words
Bloodied hands and creased brows What fickle creatures are we. What does that mean? As I have said before we human beings are an oxymoron. We are yin and yang. Good and Bad and all of the clichés rolled into one. We do not make a lick of sense in any manner. What makes us… Continue reading Bloody hands and creased brows
Tossing and turning in a bed. Flashes of strange images and a wave of emotions you can't quite grasp. Why are you feeling this way and where do these nightmares come from? I've never liked traveling. Once I reach the destination, I am excited to explore and meet new people. I try the local food… Continue reading Nightmares and daydreams
I stepped up to the t-box. Put my tee in the ground and fumbled with the ball. Trying it to get it to sit still on top of the tee. "You bastard," I'd mumbled. I was convinced the earth was moving underneath me and keeping the ball from sitting still. Finally, it lay still, and… Continue reading Golf leads to murder