Author Archives: Life Along the Edge

The male Anna’s hummingbird flitted about the delicate branches of the creosote bush outside my office window, eating all-but-invisible insects as it went. The iridescent purple of its chin and cap gave my eyes a target to follow as it … Continue reading →

A friend of mine asked me yesterday whether I worried about Lindsey being safe in her high school. I said, “no”. Truth be told, I am much more worried about her safety driving to and from school where several hundred … Continue reading →

Given my sense of humor you are forgiven if you think this is about masturbation. I may indeed write about that someday; an illustrated guide. Maybe a desk calendar. It’s a worthy subject, to be sure, but not today. I … Continue reading →

Depression has many guises and, PT Barnam not withstanding, is the true greatest showman. Sometimes it allows us to dress up for Mardi Gras and appear to be someone totally different from whom we are on the inside. At others … Continue reading →

This begins my daily effort to write something worth reading. <<<pauses while he thinks of something >>>. I have been on meds for my depression for close to four years now. I never would have thought I needed them. Then … Continue reading →

Emotional pain and creativity seem to be linked in some way. I have no idea why. I sucked in neuro. Be that as it may, when I am most depressed I am often compelled to write. When I am most … Continue reading →

You can’t count it love until you’ve lost If you love someone this is what it costs. -Switchfoot I went camping the other day. It was right after a grueling four day trip to the east coast then on to … Continue reading →

For those of you who have asked – and I quote – “Where’s your next lousy blog post?”, I have a confession. I have writers block. I had resolved to write about the 4th of July.   But, I got … Continue reading →

  It’s 1:30AM. The middle of the night. That’s when the demons are their loudest. In my mind, they appear as a medieval stone relief, fanciful shapes from 13th century imaginations. The demons dance and mock me. They tell me … Continue reading →

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Time, Pink Floyd   The trouble is, you think you have time. Buddha   Every morning the sun illuminates … Continue reading →