Category Divorce

Love Thyself

I think I can attribute a lot of my problems to the simple fact that I don’t love myself. I just don’t think I’m worthy of anything good. What makes me think such a thing? To be honest, I don’t know. My parents showed me a lot of love growing up. I wasn’t spoiled, but […]

Adding Up The Good

I took this picture when my father was still alive. Peaceful, isn’t it? He lived at the Jersey shore and this tranquil scene occurred up the street from his house. The sun was about to set, the clouds decorated the sky and a boat stood anchored a short distance from the street’s end. In less […]

The ME Factor

What is it about me? Had a really promising interview for a job I really wanted. Really wanted. I thought I nailed it. First interview lasted 45 minutes, the second nearly two hours. Lots of smiles, banter and handshakes. Discussed salary, hours, benefits. Asked for references. I didn’t get it. About the same time last year, the […]

Love for Sale

Source: Queen Bee Coupons, found on the Internet Ah, Valentines’s day. How hard the loved ones labor over selecting just the right gift. Will it be a testament to love? Or will it be a quick dive into any store, rifle through whatever’s left, then pick whatever isn’t damaged or for an 8-year-old? I’ve been […]

Club 57

It was bound to happen sooner or later. I turned 57. Thought about what that meant for more than a few moments. First, I thought about it numerically: 5+7=12. 12÷2=6. 6÷2=3. 1+2=3. 6×2=12. Now, that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but to me it seems that 12, 6 and 3 all have something […]

Slipping Backwards

It all started when I glanced at those pictures on my phone. I have too many of them and I’d thought I’d delete a few hundred. This way, I’d have room for a few hundred more. There were so many pictures I had no use for anyway, like photos of something I thought about purchasing, […]

Fear of the Unknown

My son doesn’t get it. After years of nurturing, suggesting, pushing and prodding, plus throw in a healthy dose of nagging and arguing, my son refuses to grow up. Chrissakes, the kid’s 18. And a senior. You might think he’d have some idea of what his like should be looking life in four months. Sure, […]