Falling, In Love

[Originally posted May, 2018. 30 days of prose, day 10. – Owen] Falling in love is like stepping off of a flying airplane; them loving you back would be the parachute. But that parachute doesn’t always open. Splat. Love in relationships always comes with risk. We can’t know what others are really thinking, and we … Continue reading "Falling, In Love"

donut disturb

it's not my fault you feel it, it's just a photograph -- if you are hungry now, or doing time and money math to see if you have room to go and get you something sweet, that's not my fault, what's done is done, it's a fait accompli

For Love of Dancing

For as long as she could, she danced: wherever, whenever. Every day. She didn’t dance because she was the best at it. She didn’t dance for the attention. She danced for love of dancing, for the pure joy of it. Long before I met, and fell in love with, and married her, she had this … Continue reading "For Love of Dancing"

A Hollow Noon

It is lunchtime, and that should be a good thing, but I do not feel much like eating. Partially that’s because of how much I had for breakfast, and partially it is because my house has mirrors in it, and I see myself in them. I look like I rarely miss meals, and possibly knock … Continue reading "A Hollow Noon"

Strange Markers (2)

At age thirteen, not much makes sense, so the young heart clings to traditions, where meaning is felt, and does not therefore need to be explained. Often, all the adults see is the confusion, which manifests itself in discontent and anger, and not the clinging, or the searching, or the questions, most of which are … Continue reading "Strange Markers (2)"


Years ago, I learned a useful model for negotiating relationship issues, which was to separate problems into three components: (a) the facts of a situation; (b) how you feel as a result of the situation; and (c) the story you make up in your head as to why the situation exists. It is probably best … Continue reading "Divisions"

Arbitrary Robots

On Sundays — like this last one — I provide music at the church my wife is minister of; I play the piano and the organ. The church is small, but when the pandemic hit, we started broadcasting services over Facebook Live in order to reach those unable to attend, under the account attached to … Continue reading "Arbitrary Robots"


We visited our local amusement park many times when I was a child, and I assumed (in the manner of children everywhere) that it would always be there. It isn’t. Being around my young grandchildren every day has brought this home to me: they don’t get the concept of things breaking, or breaking down. If … Continue reading "Permanence"

Not So Ok Boomer

I was born in 1962. For those of you of a demographic bent, that means I was born within the last couple years of the so-called “Baby Boom” in the US (which ended in 1964). I tend to think of all of the generational names as nonsense, part of our endless desire to simplify things … Continue reading "Not So Ok Boomer"