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The Search

Pete Hamil died last week. He was the last of a dying breed. The last dinosaur. They are all extinct now; Ink-stained wretches that were as much a part of the story as the people they wrote about. There was him, Breslin, McAlary, and a few others. Even Hemingway...

Strange Memories

Given all the chaos surrounding 2020, it’s not unusual for someone with OCD who deals with everyday anxiety to be caught up in the emotion of the moment, and have their brain go spinning off wildly in an unseen direction.Yesterday was such a day. I live two blocks...

Everything is Broken

Generally speaking, I’m an optimist. I always like to look at the glass as half-full, and I rarely complain about the world around me. Oh wait. That’s not true. All I do is complain about the world around me. In fact, I wake up every day wondering how I’m...

Alone

I’ve always been a loner. When I was a tyke, if I was bothering my mother, she would send me to my room as punishment. Only, I relished it. Rather than going to my room, I would retreat to hers, with my carry-case of Hot Wheels cars in tow. My parents had a...

What If…?

I’ve always had anxiety. Ever since I was a tyke, I worried about things that no kid should worry about: the rent, the fate of mankind, the Yankee bullpen. It didn’t matter, I always worried about it. I had an overactive mind and no way to control it. I got it from my...

Faith in a time of dying…

As had become custom, the mother would go to bingo on Monday nights, leaving her young husband to mind their two young boys, and as had become custom, the three of them would eat their TV dinners, with the gravy covered salisbury steak, and the mashed potatoes and if...