Fourteen to Life

Fourteen years ago today I tried to end my life. I failed. Miserably. Embarrassingly. Stupidly. One might argue that I didn’t really try. Perhaps a better statement would be that I wanted to end my life. That is true. I wanted the pain to end. There is still a scar on my left wrist - a simple clean line of flesh that marks the spot. And perhaps in me there is a scar - or an opening - because that is the day that things really began, though I didn’t know it then. A single line - a tiny crack - a wound. ...more

Closure...It's Not What You Think It Is

Clo·sure Webster’s dictionary defines closure as : an often comforting or satisfying sense of finality <victims needing closure>; also : something (as a satisfying ending) that provides such a sense. describes it as a bringing to an end; conclusion....more

This That and The Other Thing

We love living in Southern California, I am noticing, however, that since Temecula is a “planned” city, it is clean, sterile almost. It’s trying. The Old Town attempts to give some quaintness to the area. It has shops worth browsing, some restaurants that are reasonable. There is a hotel for sale in Old Town that is 150 years old. Daughter Darling and I were quite attracted to that hotel and spent hours cleaning it up—in fantasy....more