Each June I delved inward. A time to recognize the angel and demon living within me. I have both; you do too. I imagine them getting up each morning at the exact time I do. After wiping the sleep from their eyes and a quick cup of java, they grab their little suitcases and head … Continue reading Angels and Demons Hard at Work
"Your mother was not attracted to nice men." My aunt's comment made me miserable. I felt that my mother merited a kind man, someone who was not my father. And I deserved preserving the illusion of being someone else's son. I suppose my mother didn't, and I don't have the most profound intuition when it … Continue reading Intuition
I lay contemplating my mad existence. On Monday I begin my Summer college courses, at fifty-eight years old! I attended the same community college straight out of high school. Funny how the places you hated at a young age will likely lure you back later in life, like the AC to your DC. I'm retired … Continue reading Vacant Pillow
Last fall I returned to college, primarily for entertainment. At fifty-seven, I found myself in the company of perky breasts and firm buttocks. My classmates and gravity had obviously not had the pleasure. Now, I'm not the type of guy that seeks out these sort of things. But, skinny-jeans and undersize t-shirts leave little to … Continue reading All Man-Boobs And Flat Ass
He's rich; I'm poor. He's white; I'm Mexican-American. Together we have all the disadvantages necessary for the perfect relationship - if my life were a gay Telenovela.
Graduation season is upon us. This year I'll attend three events. The first was last Thursday morning where my great-niece completed her years as an elementary school student. After the awards ceremony, we walked outside and took pictures. That afternoon I reviewed the photographs and that familiar feeling of regret settled in the pit of … Continue reading Precious Moment In Time
We throw shade at each other, spew unwanted advice, and our alliances change with the weather. We're family, that is what we do. In reality, We're harmless, like declawed cats. But, that doesn't keep us from posturing. As much as we argue, you can bet your last dime that when one of us falls on … Continue reading Manchester, Portland, And Family