False Spring

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.” Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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Naked

Until two days ago, I was writing this blog anonymously. For some unfathomable reason, a few days ago, I decided I was ready to share my secret blogging world with the real people in my life on Facebook. To my surprise, people not only read the post I shared but also went back through my…

Truth, Lies and Red-Eyes on a Sunday Afternoon

I’m drinking a Red-Eye, mid-day, on a Sunday. A cold rain set in this morning, melting a heavy layer of snow that’s covered the ground for the last two days; the kind of snow that drapes the trees and ground in an exquisite silence. CNN is on the television, the newscasters talking endlessly about Donald…