Anything, be it a person, place, thing or idea, that has to be wrapped up in a lie is not worth a person’s time.
Fake Wrapping
Tag: #Insights
Update from September 20, 2020
Looking back, I feel like I’ve missed summer entirely. Yet I know I did everything possible to enjoy it.
Social Survival
No one who sat back and simply waited for rescue got it.
Recalling the Ranger
Sometimes, I feel like a has-been. At least I’m not a never-was.
Adventures in Mowing
I kick back in the seat of my mower and just cruise. I escape into another world for a few hours with half my brain lost somewhere in Owen Wister’s Wyoming and the other half harmonizing with the harnessed power of internal combustion, steel and the raw noise of a two cylinder engine.
Graduation: Welcome to Adulthood
“You’ll take more from speech, debate and acting with you into adulthood than you will from sports,” I told her. “Trust me. I did both and the only thing I learned from sports is no matter how hard you work or how talented you are, if you aren’t from the right part of town or fill out the uniform right, you’ll always sit bench.”
Burning Fields
The scent of grass smoke mixed with tinges of hot ammonia from the tractors parked beside a small stack of haybales has my adrenaline pumping Firefighters never die. They just wait their turn to make entry.
Short-Leash Marriage
His comment awakened my curiosity. By no means was I ready to feel sorry for him. A man should be able to make his own decisions and deal with the consequences, but something in his tone told me Bud’s story contained more than the usual, “My woman doesn’t like me drinking.”
Seasons Shifting
Years after finishing college, I still got a sense that I should pick up a few notebooks for school.
Happy Holidays! (Three Months Late)
Honestly, I can't complain about Christmas this year. At least I got to spend the morning with my man and the afternoon binge watching every Christmas movie I owned or cared to watch off Netflix or Amazon. I found it a little disturbing and profound that I identified with George Bailey up to the point where he never escaped Bedford Falls. Reminded me of my high school years, constantly dreaming and yearning for the day when I could cut loose and escape the smallness of my hometown.
