How to tell you’re too old for this Poodoo . . .

redI was 8 years old when the original Star Wars came out in 78 and remember sitting there in awe as I watched the movie with my family.  I could not wait until I got my first light saber.  Looking back I can not count the number of times I took a flash light and played Jedi as a kid.  So I can not even begin to describe the childish joy when I acquired an ultra saber.   Of course the first thing I did when I got to the privacy of my own home was turn into The Star Wars Kid.  And that’s when I realized I was too old for this poodoo. Continue reading “How to tell you’re too old for this Poodoo . . .”

Suicide is Painless. . . NOT

One of my 2 favorite known nieces lost a fellow classmate this week to suicide. This has caused a bunch of feelings and such to come back to surface. I didn’t even know the kid so I have no idea what he was going through. I imagine that everyone experience it differently but maybe if I share my experience it will help someone else. Continue reading “Suicide is Painless. . . NOT”

Doctor Heal Thyself . . .

I’ve often heard this quote and wondered how a doctor who’s missing an arm could apply a cast to a broken leg. But I suppose that’s not really the point of the quote now is it. Ever since I was in kindergarten (what a strange word) and the teacher published one of my “poems” in a k-6 book for the city I have wanted to be a writer. And the more I think about that I’m not sure that it’s true. I think the correct term would be story teller because I find it hard to put things to paper but telling a story seems simplier. So in an effort to put more things on paper I’m going to force myself to start blogging even though I was blogging before it was cool. You just have to know where to look to find the blogs. We shall see what happens with this grand experiment.