Excerpt from, "Not Exactly Don Juan...and The Liberated Woman"

...I replied, “Well, I have a little situation I need help with. And I don’t want anyone to taken care of it for me. That’s not the reason why I’m calling. You remember the thing I told you about in 1991?”

Phil responded, “Yes.”

I continued, “Well, they let the bad guy out fifteen years early. He will be moving within six miles of my home. Train me.”

Phil said, “Oh no. How did that happen?”

I responded, “Well, I really don’t know. There were plenty of us that wrote the parole board. The prosecutor called me about three weeks before his release in April. I feel the prosecutor didn’t complete his job on this case.”

Phil replied, “That’s terrible.”

I responded, “Yes. The prosecutor offered to put a car outside our home. I turned it down. That’s ridiculous. And I’m not getting a gun, a vicious dog or a new security system. I’m not changing my running either. And now I have two children, and we are in the middle of a third adoption. So train me, train me. I need to survive this. I don’t want anyone taking care of this for me. Cause I know he is coming. I’m ninety percent certain he will make an attempt to finish the job. My goal is to finish it if he attacks again. Before he finishes me.”

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B072HN2GFV/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1

Comments

Completion of Humanness

Completion of Humanness As we arrive to the completion of the first year without Norman, I had decided long before he'd passed that I would continue to do things certain things he liked yet could no longer do. I decided I would not take a day off of fitness. I would run at least for 500 days in a row. I began that in early 2020. I'd not be concerned with the distance I'd run. It was the very thing I convinced Norman and the thing that mattered to him, from the very first discussion we had August 11th, 1981, was fitness. I loved that he was a College Boy. He loved that I was a Marine. We tickled each other's soul with such admirations. Later fitness continued as an old discussion from 1994 ...getting outside and to run no matter what. I would say to him, "Run 200 meters, then 400 meters. If it doesn't feel good, stop. Turn around and walk back home and know you did your best. That is all you can ask of yourself." I said this, knowing he would get dow

Reicher's 2021 Holiday Letter

11/23/2021... The Reicher Holiday Letter... Yes, finally I'm on time...LOL. As the late November wind whips and the delayed leaves fall to the ground in our neighborhood, I await the first sign of snow. I stand outside, begin a run, do outside chores, bring in the mail and sniff the air for the smell of snow. Yes, humans can smell snow. Just like a spring rain approaching. It is awaiting to provide a cleansing of the dreams that need to be refreshed or re-routed. It’s all how you look at it. Really. Oh, the word ‘really’. Per a few grammar writing geeks. A good writer is not supposed to use the word, ‘really’. I’ll say it again. Really? There is another word I discovered this year, not supposed to be used in writing by writers. I cannot at this moment remember what word that may be. But I’m sure, it’ll arrive in my mind as I write this Holiday letter to you all. A reading audience. Where to begin this 2021 Reicher Holiday Letter? I’ll start with our smallest resident. T

Owed to a Valentine

What is Love? It's not owed. It's sometimes placated to or for or with. It remains quiet in storms, so that a bit of peace cannot be shattered. It may be that the insides of the other are fought against with it's own ego. In Love, true Love, ego is placed aside, because it's about we. It's about us... All of us. Us in all our entirety. We step back, gathering the view of possibilities. It's as if we stand atop a mountain seeing the ridges having no end only to meet the sea of sky. That's Love. The willingness to gather all sorrows, all thoughts, all creation and say, "Wow!" Wow, with glee. At that point, nothing else matters. After a loss of someone whom you loved. As well, if they were part of the essence of your living space, there will be things discovered. More quiet, less grappling with decisions, because perhaps they are all yours now. More doing, because in a full Love relationship you share 'stuff'. Stuff like chores. If yo

Writing Reality

Search This Blog