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Limerick
Limericks are a form of poetry, an affinity I inherited from my dad. I can quickly quip, like he.
‘Tis fitting to speak of this after eating my fill of corned beef and cabbage to celebrate St. Patty’s Day. ‘Tis.
Living Life as a Miracle: My Lazarus Dad
There are few words that can tilt your world faster than “You’re fired.”
Unless it’s “Your dad’s in a coma and not expected to live.”
Two sentences that I heard within an hour in March, 2008.
Reunion
A complimentary reminiscence arrived via email, preceding the mailed invitation to my high school reunion by a few days. Nancy got my email address from STASHES, an additional boon of my book. Bliss-out, Boomer! We had reignited our relationship, beyond pictures of grandkids and travel report one-liners in the obligatory Christmas card. I was enticed into longing, a need to hug and chat with my hsbff.
If You Give a Writer a Pen…
You may recall that I got a new pen for my birthday. If you don’t, you may read about it here The Seven Year Pen
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, which I feel it is, here’s my penultimate praise:
If you give a writer a pen, she’s going to ask for paper…
Sincerely Yours
Dear Diet,
We are breaking up. I haven’t lost the recommended ten pounds in twenty years.
Instead I’ve added three more since the New Year.
This is a weighty matter to be sure, but I am giving up.
Close encounter of a new kind: Starbucks Nation
It was midmorning, but Starbucks was jammed. What isn’t in Irvine, another over-populated burn in the O.C.? I put in my order and fetched my phone for someone with whom to communicate, like everyone else congregated near the drink station.
Except two young people:
Eight Days a Week
Baby Boomer that I am; at Sam’s I am not.
Bill Engdahl enthusiast that I am, as in “here’s your sign”…
Trust Your Gut
The Greek word for compassion is Splanchonizomai, a word which shares a root with the study of the gut mentioned above.
I thnk, feel that “trust your gut” should be strongly related to compassion, another element of healthy life.
Monumental Shrink
Raise your hand if you’ve been recently measured during a health physical, and then informed with that bland, benign smile that only doctors and judges wear, that you’ve shrunk?
It’s what happened while you were walking around, perhaps experiencing pats and/or bats on the head. An natural, yet unwanted consequence of living, my fellow human, when the stalwart spine compresses as a by-product of gravity.
According to a recent news report, you have famous company: the Washington Monument is not as tall as Americans thought.
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