Myth Busting With A Rocket Launcher

“I don’t ride in snow. Period.” This is something I have said countless times. It’s been a rather nasty winter this year, and those who know me also know about my almost religious attachment to my bicycle riding. So they will often ask me whether I am going to hop onto my two wheels when…

Reduce, Reuse, Reborn

I happened upon a tiny little Aesop fable not too long ago. It regards a tiny ant who stumbles upon a chrysalis in the final stages of change.  It cries out, disdainfully, to the chrysalis “What a sad fate is yours! While I can run hither and thither, at my pleasure, and, if I wish,…

You Choo-Choo-Choose Me

“You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice. If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill; I will choose a path that’s clear I will choose freewill.” RUSH, “Freewill” Sometimes there is something that sticks in my craw,…

Have You Met My Friend Jack?

“I’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leading but two things right now: Jack and shit… and Jack just left town”.  – From Army of Darkness. While not exactly the most elegant quote, someone in a meeting used a variation of that one the other night – that there were only two things he knew out there while drinking…

Uncle Miguel

My uncle Miguel was the only uncle I had and knew.  He was my mother’s brother and that was absolutely it in the direct uncle / aunt department.  Lots of families I knew were resplendent with cousins and other extended family. My family has always been a tiny clan, and so while we may have saved…

Dodging And Burning…Or Life Can’t Be Photoshopped.

I really used to be into photography – back when chemicals and darkrooms and countless hours developing paper in washes and acids was exciting and yet painfully tedious.  No “erase” buttons on the cameras back then.  Just hoping that the f Stops and depths-of-field were correct.  Bracket shots just in case.  Have lots of film…

A One Way Ticket To Palookaville

I often hear people talk about “battling” alcoholism.  We “fight” for our lives, that we “take on” this addiction and often we “overcome” it.   I understand what they are talking about.  We as a society love a good ol’ dust-up or even a donnybrook.  We like to see the David’s topple the Goliath’s.  We…

Thirst Quenching

His craving for alcohol was the equivalent, on a low level, of the spiritual thirst of our being for wholeness, expressed in medieval language: the union with God. – Carl Jung, in a letter to Bill Wilson, 1961 I am not a religious person. Doesn’t mean I am anti-religion.  I have just never taken to…

Oh Dear Me

[Warning – have your finger on the “ignore”, “next” or “whatever” buttons on your keyboard, phone or carrier pigeons.  I am not sure of what other people’s method of communication is these days, but I am assuming that it’s not winged, but I don’t want to be exclusive.  Just all-inclusive, like those Dominican Republican resort…

My Story In So Many Words

My Story In So Many Words Birth. Joy. Playing. Betrayal. Hurt. Wounded. Alone. Loneliness. Moving.Shuffling. Isolating. Hiding. Drinking. Escaping. Hurting. Lying. Cheating. Stealing. Envying. Projecting. Hurling. Yelling. Puking. Sulking. Sobbing. Shaming. Angry. Suffering. Shaking. Panicking. Medicating. Risking. Fingerprinting. Booking. Remorse. Praying. Hoping. Meeting. Believing. Faith. Helping. Crying. Holding. Meditating. Sponsoring. Working. Being. Amending. Sharing. Writing. Smiling….