What Crosses My Mind

  • Questioning Purpose

    I spend the majority of my days reevaluating my life. It’s not always pretty. I have a lot of failures along the way, and in my mind they’re capitulated within the last five years. I lost my marriage, quit my career early, lost a relationship, and have experienced a strain with my children, all created…

  • Show Goes On – Part II

    I’ve spent the last couple of days, soul-searching as is such a catchy phrase when trying to answer the difficult questions in our lives. I ran a theatre program for three years that began with nothing, and at least had something, when I saw the writing on the wall that told me it was time…

  • The Show Goes On

    Three years ago I took a job with a small school to run their theater department. Seemed perfect, I was the boss of my own company, I made all the decisions. What happened is exactly what one would wish did not, and I was relatively stuck. I was taking a job in a place where…

  • Why Do I Keep This Site?

    If someone were to deep dive into my writing they would probably have a reaction of concern. The truth is this is just an avenue to express my frame of mind. Sometimes I am really flying and other times simply fleeing from my fears. I need everyone to know that this is just an examination…

  • Twenty Years Ago

    It was around twenty years ago this last couple of months that I had my last drink. I remember telling my kids how old they both were when I chose to quit drinking. They have now spent the better part of their years with a sober dad, and I feel really good about that. I…

  • Three Titles

    A Time To Wallow – Part One It’s when everything seems to drift by, motives of the day remain unclear, like a passenger train traveling on rails, though stuck in a one way journey. Wishing for a surprise inside the next tunnel our eyes aimed on the quiet reality outside our fast moving window. When…

  • Exploring Purpose In My Writing

    I’ve written heavy stuff lately. My motivation is to put aside all the filters and dive in. Going back and looking it over, I am aware it’s enough to scare people, but to be truthfully honest, that’s only meant to be part of the point. It is not to simply scare people, as much as…

  • Something About Love

    When I think about Thanksgiving, I remember eating too much food, playing in the snow outside my cousin’s home. I remember waiting for my Granny to let us all come and sit down, but before that one of the uncles, sometimes my dad, was carving the turkey. I remember traveling to Minneapolis or Duluth or…

  • Captured

    It’s when thought becomes trapped. Lives are cycles rotating around one another. If to stop means to breathe, what’s left except to fade away unappreciated. Seems thought will merit indecision until later on when all else fails suddenly the notion of giving space so ideal yet too late. If we can capture what it means…

  • If, When

    Oh the thoughtful nature of beauty, the cascading tides of understanding, if, when we might no longer strive do we shrivel slowly without a drive. When first the bottom fell seemed appropriate to tell the world of such a disaster always wishing, always after. The knowledge of our own fears suddenly trampling the many years…