My mom passed away 14 years ago this December. In some ways, it feels like yesterday. There are a few memories of that December I still carry with me. In other ways though, I can feel those 14 years as a distance. And converting those 14 years into distance, it reaches all the way to the moon. Occasionally though, that distance is shortened at night while I sleep. Every now and then, my subconscious brings mom back to me in my dreams.
Sort of.
Continue readingFor Pete’s sake, please don’t do it!
Sure, you want to have your say
but trust me, there is a better way.
A one-on-one is a better bit
certainly not Reply All and submit.
Continue readingIt might be said that we each do our best to create fond memories. I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say no one wants to carry around unpleasant memories. At least for the most part, I think it’s safe to assume we’d rather keep in store good and healthy times. An off-shoot of that would naturally be we want others to remember us fondly as well. But that second part gets a little tricky.
Continue readingIt’s a sad tale I’m about to tell
but one that has become quite common as well.
A coward who thinks he’s clever
may be pleasant face-to-face, however,
he carries hate inside which can never really hide
and he’s never learned what to do with all the hate
unfortunately, hate won’t just dissipate.
Continue readingIt’s that time of year again. September is Suicide Prevention and Awareness Month. Three days ago, September 10, was World Suicide Prevention Day. Let’s bust that long standing myth of not discussing it and meet this topic head on and talk about it.
Continue readingWhat a beautiful fall morning!
Instead of sitting looking at a computer screen all day
I wish I had a window.
Continue readingLast month was a 5-Saturday month which means it was a 5-part short story here at ck’s days. And since this is the first Saturday of a new month, I’ll now explain the origin of the story. If you are a regular reader to this little blog, this is all going to sound familiar.
Continue readingI have a bit of a block,
you see, going on right here.
Can’t get anything working, I fear.
Nothing seems to want to unlock
and not one thing is left in stock.
Continue readingIn all of his 61-years on the Earth, Tony Twomoons could probably count on one hand all the times he felt truly surprised by events. This was about to be one of those times.
He just witnessed that both Larry and Eddy were still alive and received what he felt as personal confirmation about both of their innocence. Not only that, he had just shifted his focus to his boss as a leading suspect. His mind couldn’t settle on which to think about first. But then the front door to the bar flew open and several law enforcement came forcefully into the bar. About a half-second latter, another intimidating group came in from the kitchen where they had made their entrance through the back door.
A tall man with slicked black hair and wore a jacket that said FBI flashed a badge quickly. “This place is now considered a crime scene,” his voice boomed even though the bar had grown quiet quickly at their presence. “Please vacate the premises immediately.”
Continue readingHow are we here already?
The calendar is telling me
it is the end of August.
That just feels a tad-bit rushed.
The math is wrong, it cannot be.
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