I was sitting on a bench up the hill from the rocky shoreline… the sun setting, the chilly sea breeze whispering across my face and a heavy scent of sea water in the air. My daughter, the youngest, sat on my right side… I don’t know what she was thinking about. The last time we… Continue reading “With and Without Her: Twilight”
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“With and Without Her: My Year Alone”
Sitting on this bench in Battery Park today, in the stifling heat; my mind flashed back to a year ago. Sharol and I trying to get some time together before her operation. Before she wouldn’t able to walk long distances and dance or sit for long periods of time. Before,… Continue reading “With and Without Her: My Year Alone”
“Just A Thought”
If you are easily offended by common sense analysis Or “triggered” when you hear something you don’t like. If racism or racist is the first thing that comes out your mouth for everything. Then you might want to stop reading. I am not responsible for your melt down. For the rest of you,… Continue reading “Just A Thought”
“Without Her: 7 Months Later”
Hello, dear readers, a lot has happened since I last wrote to you. I started a “6 Months Later” but never posted it, I didn’t feel it and thought it’s better to write honest feelings, rather than write something I forced out. Hey, if I’m gonna write about this stuff, that I really don’t… Continue reading “Without Her: 7 Months Later”
“Without Her: 4 Months Later”
October 14th marks the fourth month… and to quote Chris Stapleton,”My life has become a country song” How fitting too, since I’ve been listening to country music for the past month. Yes, the chocolate colored man likes a little country too… The last two months, dear reader,has been filled… Continue reading “Without Her: 4 Months Later”
“Widower”
“Life’s journey has brought me to you and we shall continue together” the pendant says on the front. “Here’s to you, Here’s to me, Here’s to us. Semper Fidelis Love, Abby” She inscribed on the back.. Sharol always said that she was not the romantic one…as she would tell the listeners “Tyrone is the romantic… Continue reading “Widower”
“With Her: 19 Years, A Great Run”
Today August 8th, is our 19th wedding anniversary… Last time, my dear reader, I told you about the anger that I was feeling. This time… I’m overjoyed with the blessing given to me, of 19 years of marriage. Sure I feel a bit cheated out of not being in Greece or New Orleans… Continue reading “With Her: 19 Years, A Great Run”
“Without Her: Anger”
I have stacks and stacks of papers and letters on my bed, desk, chair and ottoman. I now nap (I don’t really sleep) with half my bed covered in bills, letter…and newspapers. Well, the newspapers I’d fully intended on reading. But in the beginning I didn’t want to read the news. Now I don’t have… Continue reading “Without Her: Anger”
“In The Apartments Next To Mine” Book Excerpt 5
The snow swallowed the city in a dome of white and grey. Every so often you could see a faint flash of red or yellow. If you were able to see it sharply, it was too late; the vehicle was already too close. She was awakened by a gentle touch and whisked away to the… Continue reading “In The Apartments Next To Mine” Book Excerpt 5
“In The Apartments Next To Mine” Book Excerpt 4
“Oh goodness, yes!” Her eyes lit up. “I have been since I was a little thing. My first…” Her sentence interrupted by the conductor. “Castle Hill Avenue next” He announced. Disappointment washed over her face as she watched him gather his bags in his hand. The talk was a delight and it just began. He… Continue reading “In The Apartments Next To Mine” Book Excerpt 4
