Writing Reality

Oh Yeah! About five years ago my friend and former fight-training partner Peter and I were standing on Jerome Blvd in the Bronx. If you are unaware of the area, it can be a little bit of a rough neighborhood. It was a sunny day. Yet, it was quite cold out. We were waiting for a fight gym to open up. As Peter and I stood there, a strange man with a wool cap started to walk towards us. I didn’t recognize him. He appeared to be up to ‘no good’ . I felt we were his target. I wondered as I saw Peter looking around for others, as we apparently thought we were going to be attacked. So, one would have thought. That is if you were Peter or I in the place we were at. The area was fairly desolate. The closer the man got to us. Peter began to back up. I got pissed. I stood my ground. I glanced at Peter, I could see the look of uncertainty in his face. And when you’ve wrestled and thrown leather with a guy like Peter who fought MMA in Japan. If he’s backing up, maybe you should t...

Deliverance Delivered As I was speaking with one of my young clients. Who is nearly a quarter of a century younger than I. We were discussing different areas of the country. He remarked, “We do live in a bubble around here.” I concurred. Then I asked him, “Did you ever see ‘Deliverance’, the movie?”  He replied, “No.” Then the story I’d told maybe to one or two people in my life. I began to tell to him this story. So, here I was fresh out of Marine Corps bootcamp. I was eighteen. I’d just graduated that day from being a recruit to becoming a Marine in Parris Island, South Carolina. The first base I was assigned to was in Fayetteville, North Carolina. I had to take a bus there. It was a fifteen hour ride. Yes, you heard me. A fifteen hour bus ride. I was in full uniform for April 15 th . Anyone having military service, knows what that date actually means. I do believe that the same uniform rules still apply to this day. When I left Parris Island and got on this bus...

Friends No Longer I contemplated this a bit. Most of us, perhaps not all of us go through this. People who are no longer friends. Sometimes, it is because of lack of being in touch. Some people are sensitive like that. I’m not so much like that. For me there are other tell-tale signs that I should cut the friendship off and consider them as someone I once knew. It is because they do something not once, not twice, yet repetitively in an insulting way to you ‘their friend’. When I was younger, I took the hits from the people I called ‘friends’. It was strictly to be amicable and show compassion not knowing what part of their lives I may not be aware of. However, I’ve become ever more private. Which for me, I honestly do not know if I can become anymore private, without complete hermitization.   Social media does bring me out to play. And on my runs, I wave to the mail delivery person, the sanitation workers, the public works workers, police officers parked in their cars...

Life is Short…     “You just have so much energy…” Throughout my life, I’ve had people blame my apparent youth, youthful attitude, ‘luck’, etc… As to them witnessing what they think is my high energy.   They think I’ve been bestowed this special gift. They feel that they deserve to have it as well.   Coming towards the end of my sixth decade of living in this vessel called a human being. As well, the other day someone just passed that aforementioned remark to me.       My husband, a tad older than I, still wags his head with stuff I do.   Yet, he hears me ask him, “Why am I tired?”   Very few people hear me say that.   I despise that word. Oh, that word… More on that later.     I’ve been accused of “…you must be on drugs”. Due to my apparent high-energy level when in my twenties. I don’t take an ibuprofen without calling my internist. Yep. I have a sensitivity to most medicines, synthetics, etc… I...

Ground Hog Depression     I read somewhere that one of the ground hogs we use to determine the length of our winter here out on the east coast, well he’s a bit depressed. I thought, ‘How sad’ . How do we remedy sadness? Or even further, that let down of depression because we aren’t living the life we wanted to, perhaps. Or something along those lines.     You might not want to hear this. However, I have been around. Speaking with a holistic healer, who’s well known in this country and perhaps even abroad. We had this discussion quite recently. About happiness. He has known me before he’d finished college.   Way before. Technically he could just about have been my son.   Age difference that is.     Upon our discussion, we agreed that our happiness is sometimes just what we’re born with.   The personality traits of being human. The physiology of our individual bodies is vast. The medical doctors from internists to b...

What Ground Hog Day…     …means to me.   So, here we are again. Alive, on February 2 nd .   I always wondered why a ground hog has to take the hit for deciding what we are worried about when it comes to cold weather. I’m sure those of you reading this, perhaps may go look something up online and a few may post an answer.   Who knows…     However, the feeling I receive from people, is that they are waiting for this day to find out when warmth is arriving. I usually don’t wonder this about the future, all that much. I query how well our fruits and vegetables will flower. Because, if you didn’t know this already.   In order to have lots of let’s say apples. Well then, you need lots of blooms on the apple trees. However, you lack blooms on apple trees when there is not enough cold weather. Snow kind of helps that. The blooms that is, on the apple trees.     Let me give you an example. In the winter of 2012, the m...

The Book Before I was born, there was a woman on my Dad’s side of the family. I didn’t hear her name until one day, when I overheard my parents talking in a room nearby. I was eight at the time. This woman was Aunt Grace. So, the story I heard goes. This brought me to the thoughts I had when I awoke this morning. The thing that disturbed my parents about me at age eight was my faith. It wasn’t like theirs.   And the only person that they could compare it to, was this woman in my Dad’s life till 1962, Aunt Grace. My Dad’s Aunt Grace was a Christian Science Practitioner. I was born after she’d died that same year. No one I knew fifty years ago ever read the Bible. Nor spoke about doing so on any regular basis. People went to church, and that was that.   My maternal grandmother said one day about church to me, “…When mass was in Latin. He could’ve been selling us a basket of bread. And I wouldn’t have known the difference…” Meanwhile, I was praying and imagining...