The Five Ws

I get a lot of questions about this blog these days so it seems wise to cover some of the basics. In journalistic terms we call 'the who, what, when, where, and why,' the five Ws.

What goes down must come up

A death. A hideous diagnosis. A terrible injury. These and other blows from life’s hammer are devastating in the extreme. And many times we look at the human wreckage left in the wake of such experiences and we begin to believe that sometimes there are blows from which we simply cannot recover.

The Dark Gifts

Long before all living memory, and even beyond the reach of history, there existed a time of what today we might call magic. It was not adolescents waving sticks and speaking incantations. It was not old hags burning candles in front of cauldrons filled with eyes of newts and toes of frogs. Neither was is … Continue reading The Dark Gifts

The Two Homes

It’s been a long day at the salt mines. And like most such days it was filled with the usual joys, disappointments and petty maneuverings that make work such a mediocre place to spend such a large portion of one’s life. But at least the day is over. Thankfully the day was punctuated by numerous … Continue reading The Two Homes


I have no more time for interminable meetings where internal statutes, rules, procedures and regulations are discussed, knowing that nothing will be achieved.
I have no more time to support absurd people who, despite their chronological age, have not grown up. My time is too short: I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry. I no longer have a lot of sweets in the package.