I had a dream last night that felt metaphorically like it was tied to the healing process I’m experiencing since I started this blog. It felt so vivid and powerful to me and as usual a melody fell out of the sky and into my head (of course at 5AM or so). I ended up…
The hidden cost of pride
They say that stubborn pride is the longest distance between two people. In the case of my childhood, my father and finance, pride hijacked all three. My grandfather was so damn stubborn. As his grandchild I never saw that side. All his grandchildren ever saw was his goofy sense of humor, hugs, playing marbles and…
The poor kid in the rich neighborhood
I was born in Fountain Valley, CA on December 4, 1974. My parents divorced when I was around 9 years old. We were living in a typical condominium complex. Definitely not upscale but not really in the poorer neighborhoods either. We never really had a lot of money while my parents were together but both…
Everything has a beginning…
My father was a US Marine from 1967 to 1970. He had an insanely stressful job, close to death every day, saw his friends blown up, etc….so tons of PTSD. Before that though he was a creative child in a household where unless you did sports or were an accountant you were perceived as an…
Well shit…
My wife has been on me for awhile to get writing again so what better push over the edge than a garbage year worth of pandemic-related unemployment, fires, social unrest, and a bunch of other variables that can drive even the most sane person to the point of a mental health crisis whether they like…