At the beginning of the month, I took Carol out to celebrate our anniversary. The night before I took her out, I asked her if she remembered what happened on that day a year ago. Of course, she didn't. She doesn't write things down so she won't remember significant dates outside of birthdays and whatnot. … Continue reading Anniversaries, Emotions, Triggers, etc.
I post anonymously on Internet forums about things that interest me. Over the years, I've made the odd comment about my personal life. Rarely, I may see an old discussion thread come up and notice that I had posted in it years ago, so I look back and see what I had said. Recently, I … Continue reading Social Media
Sadie was a friend of a friend's sister. Since everyone seems to be connected somehow, in spite of most of us being from different towns/cities, I had come to know Sadie through the same person I had come to know Doreen, and eventually Carol. However, I don't think Doreen really knew Sadie and I doubt … Continue reading Memories – Sadie
"Christ, Jack, what did that old man ever do to you?" Carol asked me, half teasingly. I snapped out of my deep thoughts and back into the mall food court. "Who?" I asked, looking around us. "What old man?" "The one you were giving a death stare at. You looked like you want to kill … Continue reading The Woman Who Never Knew Me
April 10-16 For reasons too complicated and boring to explain, I had to organize my family's digital photo library. I moved a whole bunch of photos from one device to another and organized them by date. They were mostly photos I had taken in the last 2 years but there were also a number of … Continue reading Photographs
I spent some time with the kids at my mom's new house. As I waited for lunch, I did what I often do when I'm at my mom's house for a while: I browsed through her old photo albums. With everything in a different place in the new house, the photo albums I found were … Continue reading 1973
It's this morning and my stomach hurts. Something I ate, a touch of a virus, who knows. It happens from time to time. It’ll run its course and be gone before I know it. Just like it does with anyone else. It’s the late ‘80’s and my stomach hurts all the time. This will last … Continue reading Memories part 2
The number 9, on a sticker, stuck to the side of a red radio/cassette player. The number is my age. It is there to distinguish my radio from my brother's identical radio. They are gifts from my mother. My mother left me. I listen to my cassettes in my bed at night. I have to … Continue reading Memories part 1