TBI Tuesday – The dreaded C word
My head is clear, and I rarely get eye floaters. I’ll trade this any day for any supposed jolt I got from the black bean.…
Lots of writing. Lots of words.
My head is clear, and I rarely get eye floaters. I’ll trade this any day for any supposed jolt I got from the black bean.…
And that was it. I did science for most of my adult career, and wrote, too. Mostly long and angst filled governmental reports about our work. TS Eliot would have approved.…
I continued to read Catholic theology, and I still think something wonderful happens at Mass, something quiet, without words, something that slips in between prayers when you’re not expecting it.…
It was taken the night of May 17, 2018, when I was hit by a car doing 65 mph, just before the recovery surgeon came into the waiting room to tell my wife…if he lives for three days, that’s a good thing.…
I didn’t think my dying would be ‘nothing’ to my family and looked at the leg and then at Jesus. “Man,” I said, and shook my head. “Did you see them when I was in the hospital?…
I have no explanation for any of this. I don’t know if it’s real or if I’ve been eating rotten food that plays havoc with my dreams.…
“Well, then why don’t I get a B on this one? I even wrote it frontwards?”
“Because I read it,” she said. “It’s not that good…”
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Love has given me many woes in life, and today would be no different. …