Figured I should record the following interaction between my dad and I. It happens just about every 5 minutes in the afternoon (that is, if I allow myself to be caught by him in the house). He shuffles into the room, standing silently in front of me, waiting for me to look up and acknowledge him. “You got the keys to the van so I … Continue reading You got the keys to the van?
How do I write down all the pain and frustration that I’m dealing with right now without sounding like I’m whining. I can’t. So, I’m just going to give a fly-by view of my day. Woke up around 7:00a. This was actually a little later than I’ve been waking up now that I’ve moved back in with my parents. I did not make this move … Continue reading D*** B****
Crickets. . .I hear crickets. . .Billions and billions of crickets. If you can’t get rid of these damn crickets I’m going to kill myself tomorrow. That’s what dad said, over and over and over and over again. My brother finally convinced him that it would be best if he went to the ER. No help from the family doctor, except a “make an … Continue reading Spiraling. . .
That’s the hashtag that I started giving the sketches that I began drawing while sitting in church services on Sunday morning. I work at a church. During the week I design and publish the weekly newsletter and bulletin, along with updating and maintaining the website and corresponding social media. On Sunday, however, I am in charge of running the Power Point presentation for two … Continue reading #sundaysketches2017
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