Online Dating Fail – Strike 3!
My second face-to-face date (and third woman I’ve spoken to*). Not so bad. Had a nice meal. Company was okay. Looking like my ex-wife was not a positive point. Continue reading Online Dating Fail – Strike 3!
Tag: Mental Health
The Veil of Love. A Haiku Trilogy.
This came to me this morning. I love Haiku – it’s simple 5/7/5-syllable structure is challenging, but allows one to speak volumes with its brevity. Continue reading The Veil of Love. A Haiku Trilogy.
Black Dog. A poem.
As a person who suffers from long term depression, I thought it only right that I write a poem about it. Continue reading Black Dog. A poem.
Homeless. A poem.
Well, I’m on fire this week. Here’s another poem I composed.
As with all my poems, it’s deeply personal. But hopefully it speaks to all. Continue reading Homeless. A poem.
Haiku, haiku, haiku. Bless you
Some haikus I wrote – Japanese poems based on a 5/7/5 syllable structure. Like I said, I’m in a poem-writing mood. Continue reading Haiku, haiku, haiku. Bless you
Work Out Woes
So the week of rest is over, and I’m back into working out. And my left arm still hurts… Continue reading Work Out Woes
Waving, not drowning. Just watch out for the sharks…
I’ve started my novel. I’ve written unfinished novels in the past, but my intention with this one is to actually write an entire book. Maybe I’ll toss it in the trash at that point, but I have to write it, anyway. Continue reading Waving, not drowning. Just watch out for the sharks…
Valentine’s Day Massacre
I hate Valentine’s Day.
I don’t like the rampant commercialism. I don’t like being railroaded into an expectation of gift giving due to a marketing exercise based on a particular day. And I don’t like being alone on said stupid day. Continue reading Valentine’s Day Massacre
Fatherhood – Never-ending Love and Never-ending Guilt
Every time I drop my teenage son off at his mother’s after staying with me for the weekend, he waves me off with a look of intense poignancy that tears me apart. He has stayed over almost every weekend since he was six months old. I am his father and his friend. And I’m also guilt-stricken because I can’t be there for him all the time, the way I think I should be. Continue reading Fatherhood – Never-ending Love and Never-ending Guilt
Rest, Recuperation and the Art of Camouflage
It’s been three days since my last workout. I’m lying on the lounge, checking Twitter. Alpha Girl enters and does a double-take. “Hey,” she says. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing 500 push ups or something, by now?”
“I’m having a week off,” I reply.
“So, you’re resting your arm?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
“Good. It’s about time you used your brain for something other than being stupid, or upset with yourself. Are you intending to lie around all week?” Continue reading Rest, Recuperation and the Art of Camouflage
What the Frack? (“Battlestar Galactica” frack, not the process of injecting liquid at high pressure into subterranean rocks)
I had a few things on my mind today… Continue reading What the Frack? (“Battlestar Galactica” frack, not the process of injecting liquid at high pressure into subterranean rocks)
Awkward Online First Dates
The first date when you’re online dating can be a bit awkward, can’t it?
I don’t know about you, but I felt that way, sipping a flat white (that’s a standard coffee with a thin layer of frothed milk, for American readers) and talking about an array of subjects and philosophies, at once engaging and confusing. Continue reading Awkward Online First Dates
Tabata This, Tabata That…
So, I’m a bit of a fitness freak (well, less freak and more fitness). Exercise is not only great for physical fitness, but for mental fitness as well. Research has shown that regular exercise can decrease symptoms of depression and anxiety, and contribute to improved self-esteem. So, I need to exercise to keep reasonably on track, head-wise. Continue reading Tabata This, Tabata That…
What is Love? “Real Love”, that is
In the 1980’s, an English musician called Howard Jones released a great single called What is Love (Anyway).
Today, I find myself asking that question more and more. It’s not like I haven’t been in love before; I have a few times, but I don’t consider those times as “real love”. It’s something I’m still waiting for. Continue reading What is Love? “Real Love”, that is
“There is no try. Just do.”
My late-teens son, Padawan Nerd-in-Training, rarely listens when I offer advice. I can see his eyes glazing and his brain slowly switching off the brilliant lecture I have so carefully devised. He becomes a literal “brick wall”. Continue reading “There is no try. Just do.”
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