Cooking and Other Unique Gifts
I'm not really much of a cook. The men and women on all sides of my family seemed to have enjoyed it, but it really feels like a lot of energy to do it. Of course, I do so sometimes, but really only when I have to. I excel at boiling water, softening hard pasta,...
Reaching Out
A friend of mine and I were discussing coping skills lately and doing our share of miscommunicating. It seemed she was under the impression that I thought one of her coping skill, withdrawal, was a bad one. When I learned this, I wondered to myself what could have...
Twin Towers, Solidarity and Resolution
The events of 9/11 seem not that long ago to me. I can remember my two reactions when the twin towers were hit by planes. The first one was wondering how bad of a pilot that someone might have to be to hit a building. I'd been walking hall duty when my partner, Teresa...
Smells Like Fitting In
The forty or so songs I have on my Spotify playlist help me to get through a long run every morning working toward a 10K race. My body screamed for a break toward the very end of my run, and as I lowered my heart rate and breathing, the late Kurt Cobain...
A Tale of Two Flights (and one challenging transition) Part 2: Free
I wrote earlier about my flight from Nantes, France that gave me a sense of freedom hearing the English language. Paris had been a relaxing, fun, adventurous place to visit, but I’d been ready to go back to where I was staying, so I felt relieved to be en route to...
A Tale of Two Flights (and one challenging transition) Part I
It was the best of flights, it was the worst of transitions. I’m not sure if everyone goes through this emotional experience when they leave the country, but when I was returning from Paris, and then when I was making sure I boarded the plane to return to the...
Love
I sit watching my youngest child, now eight years old, playing a game on his Xbox that he and his brother got a few years go, and the game displays a bizarre mix of Aladdin, Dory and Nemo all on the grass behind some castles. The game really shows my age...
Happy
When I arrived at the airport and my ex and kids picked me up a couple of weeks ago, I got first-hand experience of what PokemonGo was like. It was requested that I make one stop at the airport and probably two or three other stops, including one at the Southwest...
Memorial
Police sirens ring throughout Paris as I sit in shade by the Place of the Bastille at a busy intersection. The memorial of the French Revolution was not a far walk from Charlie Hebdo, and I cannot help but think of "the violence inherent in the system," as Monty...
Rest
Waking up in fresh air is not something I've done for a long time, at least in a house. Certainly not on a hotel. But where I'm staying is not like a hotel, rather more like what I've heard people describe a hostel to be like, complete with a shared restroom. There...