A church Sunday School trip comprised of 4th graders on a Sunday afternoon, with 20 or so of us in a couple of our teachers’ vans. It was near the end of the school year, in late April. I know it was roughly half boys and half girls, but the boys were in one van … Continue reading "A Trip to the Garbage Dump"
A Sunday in January, 2021, and I am on a walking trail at a local park. The sun is setting. There are maybe six people here; in pre-plague days, I would see closer to a hundred. This park consists of a lake, a trail, and around 15 different picnic areas. We walked here often when … Continue reading "Greetings from Home"
If you would change the world, First seek to understand, For things don’t always go Exactly as we planned And it gets hard to clearly think With passions running strong, Or even to consider that It might be us Who’s wrong = = = = = First day of class. Taking notes. Subject: Polemics. “The … Continue reading "A Lesson"
“There’s someone out there for everybody” is what girls tell you when they’re pretty sure no one they know, or could imagine knowing, would have you. Why do people stay in horror movies? Couldn’t they just walk off set? “If your friends drove off a cliff, would you—“ “Have been the one to suggest it? … Continue reading "From My Age 17 Diary"
There’s that year you realize, you aren’t as good at things as the other kids are. There’s that age when you find out what it is to love someone with all that you are, only to find that all that you are means nothing whatsoever to the other person. There’s the day when you realize … Continue reading "The 6 Ages of Sorrow"
Having a tendency to idealize girls is not a bad place for an adolescent boy to start in terms of his relationships with girls, since it’s based on a kind of respect for them. However, continuing to idealize women isn’t where you should end up if you are a grown man. The foundation of any … Continue reading "“A Tendency to Idealize…”"
Summertime, 15 years old. I would practice the piano a few hours in the mornings, then head out on my bicycle. I would ride out, some days, to a little town called Seminole, on the far north part of the bay about 8 or so miles away. Other days, I would go in the opposite … Continue reading "Summertime, 15 Years Old."
To hit the door and keep on going, That is his desire; To turn his back and just walk out, To leave it all behind – So many people, everywhere Become a slave to something, And turn to powder underneath A voluntary Grind If you had it to do all over again, would you? Your … Continue reading "Hit The Door"
As an awkward, lonely, and somewhat homely adolescent boy, I viewed the couples I started to see around at that age with a mixture of fascination and envy. I genuinely felt that being part of a couple was a thing that could and would never happen for me. It eventually did, but, not with any … Continue reading "The Envious Type"