While writing my last story about being under the knife twice in the past couple of years, I did something that I often do while writing; I remembered another story! This is yet another painful episode my brain tried to tuck away.
I guess it’s finally time to write about my past two years. Many of you will likely chalk it off as just another part of the aging process. When it all happens to “you” though…well, let’s just say where there’s pain, there’s not always gain. Continue reading →
What makes up life are stories; everybody’s got one. Perhaps your story is the love gone bad or the road not taken. Or maybe your story is about someone you met, something you did. If you think real hard, I’ll bet you can come up with a few hundred stories….just like I have. Mine are here for the sharing. Continue reading →
I’m adding in this first line on 7/23/20 – I am still looking for an artist who would like to occasionally draw these. If you have a knack for drawing or just want to try your hand, please read this and send me your take on this. 🙂
Hello again from the wacky mind of…..well, me! It’s been more than 2 years since the last edition of On the Edge of Sanity….(almost) and the reason is due to my artist, (my wife), having ‘creative differences’ with the author (Me). I’ve had on my ‘to-do’ list to write this ‘pro bono job ad’ for all of this time and today is the day! Continue reading →
The country, scratch that, the WORLD is going crazy at the time of this writing due to COVID-19, affectionately known as the Coronavirus, (or the China virus depending on your US politics). I know I’m late getting out another story and I just did not want to write a serious episode so I had to dig deep in the memory banks for one that is lighter, given I’m almost tapped out after 250 accounts. So here goes… Continue reading →
What marks a life well lived? Is it measured in the number of years spent alive? Should we be measured by how much money we made or our professional accomplishments? Maybe our lives are measured by the terms of our religions? Did we attend church regularly and pray every night before we went to sleep? Maybe we measure our lives’ success through what our children do. And what if you don’t have any children then; did you live a life not worthwhile? Maybe our lives are measured in terms of the number of people we helped. Perhaps we simply count the number of people who come to say goodbye at our funerals – the more people, the better a person you were. Continue reading →