I was loaned a copy of “I don’t want to talk about it.†It was written by Terrence Real. I have read more than half of the book now. And I am drawn like a moth to the flame.  I am getting burned, but I can’t stop reading. I feel like the book is telling me that there is a lot of pain I need to … [Read more...] about It’s so depressing. Why am I still reading it?
Archives for May 2019
Did you know I have guns?
Well, right now I don’t. What I have is an indentation in the carpet in my closet where the gun safe was. I have an empty space on my shelf in the closet where the canvas bag of ammo was. All thats left is a cloth bag with a turkey call in it and a replacement peep sight for my compound bow. But no compound bow, and no guns. The morning I walked into the … [Read more...] about Did you know I have guns?
Why Do I Double-Check Before Swallowing? 6 Year Update
Originally published May 29, 2019 It hit me the other day—I don’t double-check my pills anymore. For so long, that little ritual was part of my mornings. Shake the bottle. Look at the label. Roll the pill around. Push it onto my tongue just to be sure. And now? I just take them. No second-guessing. No hesitation. It feels almost strange not to overthink it.. But at the … [Read more...] about Why Do I Double-Check Before Swallowing? 6 Year Update
Why Can’t I Open This Letter?
It came two days ago. And I have still not opened it. When I took the letter out of the mailbox, the handwriting looked familiar. After that, I noticed no return address. I was thinking, what is this all about? Did I fill out a rebate form or something? Why does this look so familiar? I’m sitting in the cab of the truck, with the window rolled down. I am at the same … [Read more...] about Why Can’t I Open This Letter?
I killed a painted turtle
The riding lawnmower was over the turtle before I realized what was happening. Our property is on a lake. We discovered several years ago that turtles will leave the water and crawl 100 yards or more, through the trees and bushes, to dig a hole in our yard and bury their eggs. Last year, as I was mowing, I saw what looked like a brown plastic bowl in the grass. As I got … [Read more...] about I killed a painted turtle





