Monthly Archives: September 2014

Do you carry something on your heart with you everywhere you go?  A memory of a hurt you caused or a careless word that you wish you could take back?  Does the memory and remorse grow stronger with time instead of fade into the scenery of your mind and heart?  If not, feel free to stop reading now.  This little essay isn’t for you, but thanks for reading up to this point.  I really, honestly appreciate that you gave me any time at all, but, really, if you don’t carry even a shadow of something you wish you could undo, think of this as your class release bell.

If you’re still with me, read on.  Maybe you’ve experienced something similar, and then perhaps something in my heart will reassure you that, “You are loved beyond measure and are never alone.”  In any case, this essay’s short, and you might be entertained. Continue reading →

As my head cleared the last stair, I spied my younger nephew, Z, chomping away at an apple.  As he appeared quite absorbed in his latest video game,  I simply dropped a kiss on the crown of his head, and he murmured acknowledgment.   Then I went to sit by his brother, Auz, on the floor across the room.  As Auz began to fill me in on the latest happenings in his world, suddenly there came a great rending cry from behind us, as Z erupted in wails of anguish.  I leapt and spun in one fluid motion (I wish.)  from my spot on the carpet, sure a carotid had been sliced or at least something of the same magnitude.  Instead, Z sat dangling his apple from his little baby-bird hand with fat tears rolling down his sun-bronzed cheeks.  No blood, no bones, no immediately evident explanation. Continue reading →

I am awake at 3:40 am, and researching random trivia on the internet as my iPod plays a mish-mash of songs in the background. (They say you can tell everything you need to know about a person based on their playlist; if that’s true mine would tag me as a 25 year old gay man, I’m sure.) Then, suddenly, my heart recognized the music before my mind, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. I wanted to tap the skip button, but oddly, my fingers remained curled in on themselves. “Butterfly Kisses,” flowed from the speakers, and I could do nothing about it. Continue reading →