Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
‘Don’t throw me to the wolves’, I said but cancer had your brain by then. Along with bone, and skin and hair. I have things to tell you that I couldn’t. I am a late starter, lost my virginity at 18 to the video repair man, in the spare bedroom Read more
“Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.” ― Rosamund Lupton, Sister After the murder, my prayers went something like this: “Help me. God, help me. Please, fucking help Read more
“…a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” – Ephesians 5:31 “Sometimes, a man still needs his mom.” – Dave Pacailler, November 2016 At 81 years old, my mother is the epitome of old-school tradition. She goes Read more
Sometimes, God does a different kind of matchmaking. Today, he put me right next to someone who needed to talk and to be understood. She began speaking the moment I boarded our town jitney as if she had been waiting just for me. Mind you, I have heard her and Read more
Several years ago, my daughter, Wendy, was up visiting during a Thanksgiving break from college. Wendy has always been “kinda” interested in cooking. She never had to do a lot of cooking, a being blessed with a “helicopter” mother. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and I just love all of Read more
My father and I had a unique tradition on Saturday nights. We spent this night together for years. First, during summers when he would drive from Arizona to the cooler climes of Southern California to where I had escaped my small town roots. Later, as he grew older and frailer, Read more
Remember that song from the Pet Shop Boys, “It’s a Sin”? Everything I’ve ever done Everything I ever do Every place I’ve ever been Everywhere I’m going to it’s a sin…. This song plays continually in my head as Halloween approaches. On what is supposed to be a day of fun Read more
(For my dear sister, Kay, I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.) Your face is fading. I see shadows of chin, cheekbone, childhood inside my mind. Orange Kool-Aid, baloney sandwiches, Aunt Carol’s peonies like colossal, pink faces thrill us. He loves me, he loves me not. You tell me you Read more