It often happens that while I’m on a file search, perhaps trying to lay my hands on a tax document, I find old pieces of writing that surprise me. I know I shared this publicly long ago when th...
Having now decided on a move back to the south, I find myself looking at my current Buffalo neighborhood with a reflective, philosophical pair of eyes. Master Po: Still troubled, Grasshopper? What do...
I haven’t prepared my 2011 taxes quite yet, so I’m not exactly sure where I fall on the poverty scale, but if 2011 looks anything like my previous returns, I will still be categorized as ...
After I finished this letter, I decided it might be blog-worthy. Hi there! I’m writing on the computer because I have tired hands today and my handwriting is simply unreadable. (Honestly. I actually...
Our needs are really so simple. We don’t need all this… STUFF. Stuff is temporary. When I left my first marriage, I left everything behind. I’ve done that a few times; just started ...
Remember that it’s effort that brings about the reward. Overcoming obstacles. Taking the high road. Maintaining integrity. Never let yourself be swept up and away by the petty little victories ...
I posted this in my business blog, found at pdws.wordpress.com after I discovered my Buffalo Google Places page had been deleted AND my blog-generated web traffic was being redirected to a competitor...
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Pain. Don’t go. I need to keep you near. I have my reasons. Pain. You mean nothing to anyone but me. Stay, stay here. Pain, you’re the dark blue evening sky dotted with crows… muted...
In searching through folders to locate a misplaced file, I came across an old poem that appeared only in excerpt in my last book. It was heartening to find it as I actively wrestle with doubts about...
I’ve been absent since mid-December, so I missed the opportunity to say happy holidays, Merry Christmas, happy New Year to all of you. Belated wishes. Where did I go? &nbs...
Last night, after days of mental and emotional turmoil and a hopeful lifting of the gloom, I slept and dreamed. Scattered, translucent images remain, all of which defied the relative peace I f...
I have had a parenting week from hell. As I said to my Mom (who has endured the ultimate in parenting hell), “I know that I’m not experiencing anything that other mothers/parents haven...
Honestly, there are times when I just don’t give a fuck. There are times when the only thing that keeps me alive is responsibility. I firmly believe that if I make it to the point of “eld...
What matters in life? I’m sure I don’t know the answer and probably never will… except, perhaps, in that nanosecond right before my soul has finished with my body, and then journey...
With permission from Channy, I now present to you his retort to my remark that “snow is beautiful.” Apparently, you don’t fully understand the gravity of the situation here. ...
Buffalo, New York… me, my abode, and my sanity-seeking place, Forest Lawn Cemetery. And in those final moments they let go of the rules and obligations by which they’d chosen to live̷...
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Hello, old friends. I never thought I’d see the day when writing reflections, observations and perspectives would become a boring endeavor. But it has. And if I can’t take interest in the...
How many times will I find my craft taking on water before I realize there’s a hole in the bottom? How many times do I bind my own wrists, relinquish the helm to a higher authority, befo...
You never really know what’s really on their minds because we always write for “audience.” Or… that is, we MOSTLY write for audience. I’m doing a housecleaning of anyt...
My son, Cory, and I have an annual tradition involving long drives, grapes and overeating. We sometimes time our pursuit of grape pies with the annual Naples Grape Festival at the end of September, b...
Disclaimer: Oftentimes on my drives between Buffalo and Rochester, I ruminate on a topic that holds my interest for an hour or more. I love that about the drives. Ever the writer, I jot down highligh...
I suppose I should write a follow-up to my post from a few weeks ago. A few people have asked me how I’m doing with my attempt to quit drinking. I can always tell when the question is about t...
My sons do not like the clever name I’ve chosen for the kitten. ”Scroter.” Both of them recoiled, then asked me to repeat it (as if they’d misunderstood), then asked me to s...
I’m dying to love every breath I take, to live with joy in every moment I make. I’m dying to recall that feeling of wholeness… if I ever had it. I’m dying to live as if I̵...
Sept. 11, 2011 This morning I walked to a flag tribute on the American Red Cross lawn in downtown Buffalo, NY. On the lawn were nearly 3,000 small flags representing every innocent life lost that da...
Did I ever tell you about the time I called the Suicide Hotline and got put on hold? Yep… sad, but true, ain’t it? Luckily (I guess), I was able to talk myself out of taking any decisiv...
(Originally posted on Facebook) So, at 12:30 today I hoofed it down to Salon Rouge to meet Lauren, my newest savior tasked with repairing the mullet-head I inflicted on myself two weeks ago. She reme...
As interpreted by online translator: It is not time to actually write a worldwide web essay post because I am infinite busy. August was a busy month of resume writing for pay and retribution. I am f...
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