This Is My Backyard Shortly After Hurricane Michael. (This Is After We’d Cleaned It Up A Bit.) I Won’t

Where Did I Go?

Number 3

I’m thinking i will finish the third book. Need to get me eye fixed first (and get through this awful election).

My silly cat Libby

My crazy little brother looks exactly like this guy. I’m not able to say my brother’s real name without his permission, so I just call him Bob.

A mix to start and end your weekend!

Battling the nausea

Man may not be able to eat on bread alone, but when you’re battling nausea from cancer, getting down a roll is an accomplishment.

Meanwhile, I realized that I released an early version of Book 2 in my book series, so I’m retooling and renaming Book 3 to bring the two together. And then I might take a nap. When you have a headache, you don’t really want to read and there’s only so much TV I can watch before I ...

Becoming Mr. Aces

Jan. 31, 2020

I awakened to a dreary, cold day in Florida. My phone was off (thank God!), although I didn’t realize that when I woke up from a fantasy and beat the passion out of myself. I took the flag outside since sunrise had passed and the country was in the middle of a crisis of conscience.

I pulled off my night clothes and stood stark naked staring at the phone, which, again, thank God it was off. The naughty side of me doesn’t ever see eye to eye with the “real” me, the one who won’t speak up until he’s suffocated.

I had been waiting for this day for a while. It was the day where the Senate would have to take a stand on a moral issue that had been plaguing America perhaps since its founding, when George Washington warned us about how political parties would be the end of us.

After fumbling through a few login screens, I settled into my blue chair with an Irish tea and Nestle creamer to watch a cute blonde woman pounding on her piano, some furry creatures watching her every move.

My furry creature was resting in the chair beside me.

It was now or never, I thought.

Now, the Spirit urged me. It’s time.

To Jam.

[FTR, this is my cat Libby. I sometimes like to put sunglasses on her to trick her out. Because that’s just what I do.]

It didn’t take long for Harry and Meghan to prove they are hypocrites

Well, that was fast. Just weeks after slamming the door on Buckingham Palace, declaring their suffering as wealthy, pampered, world-famous senior royals so unbearable that they must take their leav…

It didn’t take long for the NYPost to go negative. What’s wrong with the Aussies?!

Out of the hospital

Confined to the house (and right now the couch), but I’m thankful to be out of a hospital bed!

Scheduled for release just before midnight in the U.S. I’m embarking on the unknown. I pray it ends with a kiss and a “yes.”