Saturday, February 27, 2016
I have been a resident of the United States just on 11 years. I am an accomplished writer, published in a number of magazines and books.
I never expected that my writing would take on such admiration from those whom have no contact with me. I'm not talking about distant fans, I'm referring to those whom once were part of my life, who's own choice was to have nothing to do with my life, who apparently seem unable to let me continue on with my own life, without them peering in.
Stalker? Crazed fan? Or just crazy?
Recently I discovered that my professional life has drawn the attention of someone, who's last conversation with me about seven years ago included the words "We need to have better communication." I haven't heard from them since, and they have gone on to omit notifications, that they would have expected from me.
The internet leaves a digital trail everywhere you go. If you're going to peer in on my life, and want to remain anonymous, you probably shouldn't do it while logged into your own profile.
Saturday, February 20, 2016
There will come a time when"those" will look upon the actions of "them" and ask themselves, "How did we let it get to be this way?"
And those in the know will turn to them and say "You did it to yourself."
As the plans commence from the Day of Righteous, it is not without notice that another Date of Infamy arrives. Had not the loss been, I would not be the writer that I am now. Someday, that story may appear in a book, maybe in a Chicken Soup for the Soul publication. They will read and wonder "How did we let it get to be this way?"
You let it be.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
On the Day of Righteous,
Look over the fence back at the barren earth.
Feel the grass between your toes,
Smell the fresh cut green.
Be gracious -
Your work is done.
- a discarded paragraph from The Book of Pioneer.