I’m sure there are many people who took the tear gassing of children at the border this week pretty hard. I am NOT saying this in such a way because I’ve half a heart of stone and it doesn’t bother me. The whole situation bothers me on some level. I happen to believe there are…
Don’t Worry, Bleeding Heart..
Don’t worry your tender little head, my “dear” Bleeding Heart.. If things go as things have gone in this country, nothing’s going to thwart the health and happiness of your precious assylum seekers in those caravans that your arms are thrown wide open for.. while you harass the rest of us by calling us unforgiveable…
No More Apologies to Make. Lying Fat Chicks Included.
On “Krisha”
What a good movie this is. Krisha I’m a person who’s been on both sides of this fence. Each side as equally soaked as the other-by tears from years of being the offended and then from years of also becoming the shameful offender. One day we wake up and realize all that we boasted…
Tonight’s Treasure

It’s been decades since I’ve had the privelege of spending the night with a man such as this. He’s a normal enough fellow; it’s the taste of the story he’s serving and the structure it’s formed within that silently excites me. While being reminded of a regrettable loneliness that feels like it burrows deeper into…
“Merci”.. Kind Sister

THIS is what it means “to remember”; this beautifully tended Meuse-Argonne Cemetery ..in another country, France. It’s where over 14,000 of our American WW1 soldiers rest after losing their lives in one of the most horrifying ends a human being can meet. The fact that we, as the American descendants, do not visit as we…
Damn Your Village. This is OUR Hole
The Sin of Being Born Crazy
The Sin of Being Born Crazy It would be a little bit funny if it weren’t so damned sad- Us becoming reacquainted with the notions of Laziness and Stupidity. After the words had been whitewashed so very clean that they barely left a stain on the countertop. Evil words, they told us. Hurtful words, they…
The Vanishing Bedside Manner

“Stop wriggling” “You either stop moving or you won’t get your pain meds, you don’t want that do you?” “Stop moving, stop screaming…be quiet ………you’re not listening!….LISTEN…” Each and every single statement was told to me in either an angry way, like a parent yelling at a child, or with an obvious air of annoyance.…



