So, I’m not sure my whole volunteering plan is going to work out that well. Debate works as a distraction from my vast emotional pain for two reasons. For one, it is a reaffirmation that I have some modicum of…
Category: But the Past Isn’t Done with Us
The Market Doesn’t Solve
Today I decided to try somewhere that wasn’t Stop-N-Shop for my what is apparently becoming bi-weekly grocery trip. This meant heading back over the Raritan into New Brunswick to check out C-Town, which would have been the local place to…
One-Way Train
When I got on the train bound for New York City yesterday, I didn’t think I was boarding a time machine. I thought I was embarking on a conventional landbound vehicle for a city long hated, long tolerated, long rearing…
The Differences
I don’t like food. I love M. Night Shyamalan and almost all of his movies. I’m not a fan of comedy in almost any form. I believe in God. Okay, this last one is kind of cheating, because I guess…
Chasing Memories
I think I’ve spent most of my life chasing memories. I do something, I enjoy it, and then I spend years trying to recreate that thing and get back to a place where I can relive that moment or reinvent…
Paving the Past
“Well you can fall for chains of silver and you can fall for chains of gold you know you fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold well you promised me everything and then you promised me thick and…
The Long Tunnel
New image up top, to reflect what’s going to be a new theme around here for a while. This is the best metaphor, the best way of putting this new chapter of my life that I can imagine. The image…
Just Like Everybody Else
Cuz I used to be a superhero no one could touch me yeah not even myself and you were like a phonebooth that I somehow stumbled into now look at me I am just like everybody else. -Ani DiFranco, “Superhero”…
Mo(u)rning
He wakes up alone, as he has done for fifty-five consecutive mornings. But it is different this time. The feel of the air, the emptiness, the texture and smell of the environs. He has been here before, repeatedly, and almost…
This is What I Get for Grandiose Titles
Some days are diamonds. Some days are rocks. And then there are those special unique days that manage to be both. That manage to be, dare I say it, the best and worst of all possible worlds, rolled into one.…