The #GenX generation, by its archetypal nature and location in history, is an under-protected, under-acknowledged and under-appreciated generation. And that's okay. Gen Xers are a survivalist generation more focused on, well, survival, the…
There was a time in my life when I spent many hours each month in the presence of pigs. Big pigs, little pigs. Momma pigs and daddy pigs. Sibling pigs. Pigs in packs.…
An image of this particular woman pops into my head every once in awhile. She's about 5' 7", short hair, long flowing pants, wedge shoes, a cute top, and she looked like a…
Back when I was in high school, my family took a trip to visit my grandparents in San Diego. We went during the extended Christmas vacation time (that's what it was called back…
I've been doing some "inventorying" of my life: going back, looking back, making lists. Where did I live when? Where did I work, when? What pets did I have? What drugs have I…
In my half-unconscious grab for my phone to check on various social media feeds this morning, my eyes lit on this AI-generated race-swap of various currently famous folk. (There are more images here…
I was thinking back on high school and various memories from that time in my life when snippets of learning to drive popped into my mind. My driver's ed teacher was Coach Skelton,…
Way back when in another iteration of me in my mid-20s, I was forever moving, rushing, late, stressed, freaked out by all that was on my plate, and adding more by the day.…
If there is a "holiday" toward which I feel zero affiliation, inclination, interest or curiosity, it would be today's.
Nothing personal for those of you who feel, and celebrate, otherwise. It simply isn't, has…
Not sure how or why this memory from back in the day popped up, but this morning it did. Here goes.
my first apartment
When I was 27 years old I had just started…
In the early (to me) days of blogging, back in 2006, I found myself one day crying, petrified, completely in fear. I was about to press "publish" on a blog post.
See, I'd gone…
I have a strong memory of the bong I had in high school. It was about 16-18 inches high, cobalt blue, plastic, and it stunk horribly--and interminably--from my attempts to clean it with…