The Heart Of A True Writer

The most beautiful people in the world are those who still pick up a pen and often.

When A Mole Hill Becomes A Mountain

Two weeks ago I had a sliver of wood impaled in my thumb. I saw a piece of it sticking up and quickly pulled it out. The next day I noticed a dark spot and thought it was just a sore or a bruise. The fact that there was no blood when I yanked that …

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Golden Years

Memories remind me that I have lived.

Happy Old Camper

Vincent. That's what I'm going to name him. After Vincent Van Go. I'm referring to the old camper. A Winnebago actually. I don't own it yet, but I see it in my near future. I want that dream of us taking old Vincent and travelling wherever our hearts desires. He'll be old, not a thing …

The Psychiatrist Who Loved Freud

Psychiatrist: "You are a hysterical woman. I could give you pills for that, but it will leave you spacey and lethargic. I don't think your husband would like that." Woman: "It's not about my husband." "Oh, but it is. This affects him very much." "In what way?" "He would want a wife who is vibrant …

There’s A Pill For That

Psychiatrist: "Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do?" Client: "I collect books." "How many books would you say you have?" "Oh, probably close to a hundred." "Ah, I see. You are a Pack Rat." "What does that even mean?" "A hoarder." "I only collect books. They are in one room on shelves. …