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Vol. 3, Chronicle 22: 40
40: One year ago, exactly one week shy of our 39th anniversary, Miss Julie & I attended a wedding in the same gorgeous cathedral where we stated our vows. As I sat with my sons & daughters-in-law behind me &… Continue reading
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Vol. 3, Chronicle 21
THE POWER OF WORDS IN SHADES OF GOLD, RED, EBONY, & IVORY:A golden anniversary, a polite way of saying a half century has passed. And here I am, in a golden sunset, reflecting backwards to an overcast Thursday October 7,… Continue reading
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Vol 3. Chronicle 19
BOTH SIDES NOW:Today marks day 18 since “the event”, my stroke. Today, closing in on two years of residency, I visited my mom at her memory care facility. Today was the hardest day since the event, a duplicitous day, being… Continue reading
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The Dementia Talks #23
THE DEMENTIA TALKS #23 – SUNDOWN, NO LIPSTICK FOR THE PIG: An old carpenter I used to run into on job sites, used to tell young carpenters when their attempts at cosmetic surgery on crown moulding failed that it appeared… Continue reading
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VOLUME 3, CHRONICLE 11, ARPEGGIO, THE BIRTHDAY EDITION: Music’s broken chord, the arpeggio, occurs when notes normally played simultaneously are played individually. Anyone with someone suffering a physical or mental ailment knows the difficulty of dealing with brokenness of what… Continue reading
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Vol. 2, Chronicle 35: Genesis
FOREWORD: Three years ago, December 16, 2022, these steps met their final student footprints. In the past three months, they met their demise. I didn’t know it lying on that couch in Pearl, Mississippi that “Stories from the Steps”, with… Continue reading
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Vol. 2, Chronicle 29
STORIES FROM THE STEPS, THE ROLL, PITCH & YAW OF FALL BREAK ‘25: “Don’t let the hard days win”, six words that would have been easy to post last week amongst the surf, the sun in its rising & setting… Continue reading
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Vol. 2 Chronicle 6
BIRTHDAY THOUGHTS FROM THE DEEP END WITH MISS JULIE’S POOL BOY: It’s the boss of Pool Boy’s birthday & she’ll spend it chlorine laced while MJPB closes up his mom’s house. The first birthday they spent together was at a… Continue reading
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Vol.1, Chronicle 52
3AM THOUGHTS: I haven’t felt “Christmasy” this year. Perhaps I’ve lost the wonder or perhaps I’ve wandered with the baggage of a parent with dementia that got too heavy. Either way, as I’ve sought the season’s joy & hope, my… Continue reading








