I'd post here more often, but I have nothing to hide.

As time continues its relentless march, we learn how to adapt to new situations and surroundings (or we do not, which is another, much sadder sort of story). And over the past few months I’ve learned a few survival techniques as an adult border in this home.

Small things. Wee compensations and artful dodges that have sprouted organically, even ( Read more... )

But the experience has also produced an unexpected byproduct: a new appreciation of, even wonderment over my parents’ relationship.

Their utter devotion to one another is something I’ve been quite aware of since childhood, but it turns out I had to have a fair amount of relationships of my own to grasp what a rare and beautiful thing these two ( Read more... )

No, I'm not talking about love, I'm talking about this...

Today I made some effort to be useful around here. I’m learning that any confusion over when I should do the work v. when I should back away and let one of my parents handle it themselves is mitigated by my father standing next to something while holding a screwdriver. Limply. This morning, that something was the front porch light.

The existing ( Read more... )

There are many things that I would like to say to you
but I don't know how...
And maybe,
you're gonna’ be the one that saves me.

My response via The Police:

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue ( Read more... )

Once the temperature crests the 70-degree mark, the simple truth that you live in the landlocked mountains of the northeast is no impediment to making the fireplace mantle boil-over with fake seashells and emblazoning the front door with festive “Welcome to the Beach” cling-film.

You can just imagine Christmas. But before we get there there’s ( Read more... )

Now these things are called “smartphones” because, for at least the first several days of ownership, they make a person feel irretrievably dumb. There are more bells and whistles compressed into less space than a kindergarten talent show, and I’m pretty sure that every time I access one of those applications I’m being charged harder than a ( Read more... )

Just had a tremendous nostalgia rush.

I went to something like the modern equivalent of our neighborhood corner store to re-stock on my various vice-taxed consumables, and there was this little kid on premises.  A fat little kid of about nine or ten who weighed approximately what I do, but with highlights in his hair so he was stylin’, you dig?

I ( Read more... )

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