This post is an attempt to break through my writer's block. It started months ago, but I never expected it to last this long. I was in a rut personally, and the days just ran together. My breathing problems kept me inside almost all of the time. I
Mom and Dad prepared me as best they could for life. I learned to question things I didn't understand, or people who claimed to have all the answers. Knowledge is readily available, but you have to seek it out throughout your life. I was the kid in school
I feel different today—my declaration of Independence from hate and negativity. My focus is better, and I deliberately read and decide what is worth commenting on. I want to improve my online credibility and interact with other people who are also struggling with physical and mental health issues. Everyone
Recently, I talked to a friend about my blog, and he was surprised that I was a writer. I am used to this reaction because I seldom pimp my blog. My blog is a private space for me, and I'm very particular about who I choose to share
I took a major step, well, several dozen steps toward recovery today. I managed to get out of the car and walk into the auto repair place for an estimate on my fender damage. When Hal and I got home, I told him to leave the folded-up wheelchair in
Yesterday, Monday 27 APR 2026, marked the start of my latest attempt to embrace the positive items around me and ignore the negativity the world insists on throwing at me. I keep trying to accomplish, but I always fail at some point and resort to simply agreeing with what other
I took time Sunday morning to do some necessary housekeeping on my Ghost Blog. I've never had the hoped-for response or interaction with the blog, but that is my fault. There were too many long gaps between posts, and at least one former friend disagreed with so
The other day, I was listening to my Apple music shuffle on random play when a song by The Police played. The song is “Message in a Bottle,” and it really spoke to me at that moment. Just a castaway An island lost at sea Another lonely day With no
I am suffering from Trump exhaustion syndrome. I am tired of seeing him on TV, of hearing his whiny, nasal New York accent saying stupid shit every chance he gets. I am tired of the RepubliKKKLANS who cower in fear of him and ignore their own responsibilities to protect Trump
For all of the chances I wish I would have taken
As much as I love writing, I’m still afraid at times. I’m afraid that I’ll fail to write something meaningful, except perhaps to me, and no one will ever read. I don’t like rejection, but it is an unfortunate part of life. Fear of a blank
On 02 April 2025, I had triple bypass surgery. I had about 2 months' early warning that it was going to happen, so I had already come to terms with my situation. Hal knew all about what was going on, and what was going to happen with my surgery.