As is the custom, I thought I’d be writing more frequently about life after Ron. I imagined a powerfully morose muse that would let me wordsmith my way through grief. That didn’t happen. Instead, my grief took sharp, unexpected turns Read more
Is Phil flipping off the shadow? As I tap at the keyboard, my stream of consciousness is a raging river the biggest beaver wouldn’t dare dam. This year especially, I look to the East for St. Phil of Punxsutawney, the Read more
I can’t fully explain the nature of my grief or how I process it. I love knowing a little about a lot of things, but grief I know deeply and certainly. It’s unavoidable. Inexplicable. When I wrote about Dad’s death Read more
Sunrise Christmas morning and my first thought waking was not of presents, nor Jesus, but of my father who died recently. He passed over a week ago, and two days ago was the first day I almost didn’t cry at Read more
My comic Zevon quest. Soon to be on a wall near me. As a kid, I was a “comics first” guy, especially on Sundays when the funnies burst forth big and bold, with vibrant colors. They sat atop the rubber-banded Read more
I read an essay by a schoolmate of mine on her blog the other day. It was a spectacular read as always. It was chock full of poignant meanings, faith, and hope. Her style is deep and purposeful, as opposed Read more
Some things here under HeavenAre just cooler ‘n’ Hell ~ Ray Wylie Hubbard As some know, I find fun and excitement in celebrating Groundhog Day. This year was no different as I found myself giddy as a gopher on a Read more
Unfortunately, I find myself much more familiar with the subject of suicide than I’d like. If I was inspired, I could write at least 5-6 right stories off the top of my head. Each one a tragedy that gutted a Read more
Should I ask my company for a raise, and quit if they don’t give it? Sincerely Rocky, Dear Rocky, While I will steer clear of giving specific career advice, I will throw out a couple perspectives to consider. First, NOBODY Read more
There’s a small city lot on E. 53rd street in Cleveland, I’ve visited many times over the years. When I was a little guy, it was known as “Trampe’s grandma’s house” because it was how I differentiated my paternal and Read more