He was like bedrockFirm and compactedUnmoving and unyieldingI had no desire to weatherThis man of long-held viewsAnd entrenched waysI merely wished to streamAlong his edgesAnd touch his bordersAnd to chip awaySome of his solidityInto my fluidity Read Full Story

Just when I think that my life is bad or my sadness is too great, I read the news and realize I'm just a whiney baby who has no cause to feel so depressed. I was going through a crying spell and decided to do what I do when I get upset: I read the news. The world is such a curious place that I'm usually wrapped up for a block of time reading a story, researching tidbits I learned, or reading further clarifications. It's not that I am specifically looking for stories that make my... Read Full Story

In August 2008, I designed the logo and packaging for a golf tee named the SmarTee. The inventor just called me to let me know that my logo would be used in a national spot television commercial. It is a very satisfying feeling. Read Full Story

Slowly millimetering itself along the walkway to my apartment is the everyday garden snail. The snail is not an attractive creature. It does have an interesting shell, but its earth-toned body is slimy and not particularly endearing, and yet, I have such empathy for the snail. Perhaps my empathy stems from its very slowness. That must be it.One day, my sons and I made a quick trip to the local grocery store. Since it is close by my apartment, we walked. On the way down the walkway, we s... Read Full Story

If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn't brood. I'd type a little faster. - Isaac Asimov Read Full Story

We all live in parallel dimensions. It is as though there are multiple universes. My universe is different from the universe of the cubicle mate who sits around the corner. His universe is different from the universe of my boss. No one of us has the same perspective as another. The seconds of our lives tick by without ever truly knowing what another is thinking or feeling in that particular second. We can only read or learn about said thought after the fact, and by that time, that part... Read Full Story

I felt I had to document this for my sake. There is no edification in my words nor some new insight into unrequited love. It is merely the recordation of an end.A few months ago, I fell in love for the second time in my life. I had been seeing him socially for more than a year. It was as though one day, I greeted him as a friend; a friend I viewed affectionately, but a friend nonetheless. Then, almost from one day to the next, overwhelming feelings of anticipation, joy, longing, comfort,... Read Full Story

My sons just turned 8 and 9 years old, and I feel as though I was changing their diapers a few months ago. I marvel that I am raising two boys with their own personalities, whims, desires, and needs. I feel inadequate to the task and self-centered at times. I have been taking them out more often to birthday parties and family functions so they can socialize more outside of school. At the same time, I have been spoiling them and buying them things I never had. They both have hand-held game ... Read Full Story

I wrote a letter to the President today in response to an article I read, "Picking Letters, 10 a Day, That Reach Obama." I am not sure if he will get it and I don't really want to post it here, but I thought it was worth mentioning. Read Full Story

I think too much, my darlingEvery second is consumedWith musings and conjectureEvery hour passes a sentenceOn my lascivious heartI feel too much, my darlingThe ups and downs of your every smileMove my emotions as deftly as a puppeteerAnesthetize my soul with a kissQuiet my conscience with sweet whispersReach your arms around me, darlingHold me close for I fear so many thingsOnly the warmth of your embrace keeps me saneOnly the power of your eyes makes me forgetAll the reasons why this shouldn... Read Full Story