2. A Story Continued

The rolling behemoth that would have flattened me flashes past in my rearview mirror. If only my other issues were equally avoidable. Life is seldom as simple as the pictures that we paint. I’ve been asking myself, “How did I get here?” for a while, now. Maybe I should explain where the question originated. IfContinue reading “2. A Story Continued”

1. The Future is a Freight Train

“If he was sitting in his car on the railroad tracks and the train was racing toward him, he would be in no hurry to move,” the Parkinson’s specialist said about me during our interview. Lisa was in the room and he was explaining my problem to her (although, given our almost eleven years together,Continue reading “1. The Future is a Freight Train”

Authenticity

December 17, 2025, will live in personal infamy. Lisa had dropped me off at the vascular surgery clinic before one o’clock that afternoon. Now, I had undergone the same procedure before we met, almost fifteen years ago. My left leg, exclusively ropy with varicose veins, had increasingly been a problem throughout our relationship. It began,Continue reading “Authenticity”

Community Standards (revisited)

It must be my obsessive personality. That’s why I had trouble accepting my Facebook ad. We’re all on the mental health spectrum, I believe, and each of us has our quirks. I had tried to promote my website on Facebook by boosting a post about it. The featured image turned out to be a paintingContinue reading “Community Standards (revisited)”