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  • There Are These Days

    A couple of weeks ago my world went dark. I made horrific plans, mapped out the day, my valuables, important tokens of my life. I say this because it does happen to people, and now I feel a better grasp and that is more valuable than any guilt or shame over previous moments in my…

  • Another Steps In

    Remember the word invaluable its mystique left in its own mythological persona, that feeling of worthiness beyond the normalcy of our lives.   Remember we always believe, seldom do we allow ourselves to fail the resilient nature of respecting the human condition.   Remember we tend to pretend ‘everything is alright’ ‘we should get together…

  • Watching Jumpers

    Driving over the bridge I thought about the edge, the lives standing on a ledge wondered til I felt a cringe   Thought of all the lives a beautiful spring day turning evening anyway bicyclists, walkers, drives   This quiet sense of wonder overcame my state of mind only a silent recall, remind it does…

  • A Teenager Committed Suicide

    Yesterday, a former student took his own life. The circumstances are horrific to realize that life had come to such terms. It is also ironic for many people including myself. We all have dark moments that cause us to imagine a deadly option. This young man somehow felt there was no one he could speak…

  • The Words That Speak

    I read a poem today, talked about saving a life, that words could in such a remarkable way, cause someone to rethink their moment, that impulse, the frightened reality the edge.   I wondered about the beauty of a word   We might easily write about death, oh the beauty of their lives, the regret…

  • When A Friend’s Pain Defines Personal Purpose

    I have a fairly good life. I am gainfully employed, live in a seemingly free country, with all the benefits of free speech and liberty. I have a family, we are all healthy. Our lives are determined by our actions. Given all of that reward I sometimes question my purpose, and I begin to doubt…

  • Talking About Suicide

    The other day I ran into an old friend. We had begun laughing about a coffee clutch of several gentlemen we knew that would gather daily in the summer. We’d both joined a couple of times, knew them all about as well as we knew one another, just regulars at a little coffee shop in…

  • Please Scream Rather Than Leave A Note – Suicide In Our Lives

    The other day, I read a NYT article that indicated suicide rates are rising at an alarming rate since 1999. The same day CNN listed a similar statistic at 25% since 1999. This was the day after Kate Spade had taken her life. I thought it a natural followup of a tragic event. This morning…

  • Different Moments

    Recently, there were two, lives we might call the same, yet probably, more obviously, vastly different lives, worlds apart, yet their outcomes, well, we can probably imagine, the same.   The meaning of which, hard to explain, yet, we want to know, we ask the questions, sitting together alone in our lives, wondering just why,…

  • What Rally Cry

    Standing alone, choosing alone, no dial tone, seems the last moments will bend forever the opportunity to glance ahead, beyond the scrutiny deeply laid inside the victim’s head.   and then …   There is the question of whose hurt is more measurable, the choice, or the outcome, the afterward, or perhaps it is the…

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