500 Words on D-Day

“They fight not for the lust of conquest. They fight to end conquest. They fight to liberate.” — President Franklin D. Roosevelt, radio broadcast, June 6, 1944 The boat’s probably sprung a leak or two. The seas are choppy. Hardened men and new recruits alike are trying very hard to keep their breakfasts down. Weapons… Continue reading 500 Words on D-Day

From the Vault: What We Leave Behind

Still recovering from my recent travels – in a way, it feels like I’m shaking off the vestiges of sleep and wondering if it was a dream. Anyway, here’s a dip into the past while I work on catching up. Nothing lasts forever. It’s a narrative thread woven through many, many stories we tell. Ozymandias… Continue reading From the Vault: What We Leave Behind

Hot, Hot Heat

I feel like I brought this heat and humidity back with me. It’s punishingly hot out there. It was nice to have a breezy, comfortable spring for a couple of weeks, there. I have the feeling this is just the beginning of our weather woes for the season. I really don’t have much else to… Continue reading Hot, Hot Heat

500 Words on Vera

I named my car Vera. I think it was almost 5 years ago that my old car had a close encounter of the highway divider kind. I picked up a black Honda Civic coupe from a company called CarSense, and she already had a custom exhaust and great pick-up. Considering she was the very best… Continue reading 500 Words on Vera

Back on Track

Just a quick update to tell you folks I’m back to a regular workout schedule. I’m alternating between running and lifting again, but I’m lifting at home with dumbbells and I’m back on a beginner-to-5k program to help get into better shape. I kind of let myself go over the winter. Hopefully, I can take… Continue reading Back on Track

The Tank Is Empty

I can’t. I’ve been struggling all week to get something together for this week’s Terribleminds flash fiction, to try and maintain some semblance of a sane schedule somewhere in my life, and… it’s crap. It’s complete shit. It’s directionless and feels lifted from a larger narrative rather than standing on its own. I can’t put… Continue reading The Tank Is Empty