A diary entry on the seemingly endless requirements of a full spring day.
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Sunday Funday
In which I contemplate the idea of publishing my diary entries, forced family fun, and the NFL.
The Preacher, The Poker Player, And Poppy
These journal entries were written around two decades ago, over the course of several years. My journal from a Texas hunting camp When I close my eyes, I no longer have visions of deer picking their way through the trees, and the voices in my head have completely stopped, but every…
Killing Time Waiting For A Friend
I spend a little time out in the world and find it lacking I am sitting at a Denny’s in Northfield, NJ, having coffee and waiting for my breakfast. I haven’t been to a Denny’s since I was in high school. If you’ve not spent time in America, Denny’s is a nationwide…
All The Words Are Not Gold
Why keeping a diary will release you from the anxiety of the blank page.