Losing One’s Self-Identity – Dead Dreams

To suddenly, or over years, to learn that your old self will never return is heartbreaking. Accidents, trauma, Covid, even aging, can destroy a person’s self-identity. Rabbit, Run by Updike is a lament for the long-absent glory days of high school. I went from high-energy to physical and mental feebleness. No vitality, no motivation, no desire to do or accomplish a thing. Retirement was planned as a writer’s heaven: time to write and market my books without distractions from students, colleagues, or horrifying bosses. Fatigue terminated all these dreams. I journeyed a maze of psychiatric then biological competent and incompetent … Continue reading Losing One’s Self-Identity – Dead Dreams

Teaching Insanity in Arabia

All Gulf countries probably share similar or worse problems – this was written in Oman While cleaning my home, papers and computers, I found this about teaching. It shocked me. I am surprised I enjoyed the 11 years in Oman – but it was the culture, weather and people. Not teaching. It’s a sad reminder of reality in education around the world. I thought college degrees in the Gulf/Middle East were equivalent to American high school diplomas. Following is a letter I wrote to the Ministry of Education. My first impression is that basic issues at the colleges have been … Continue reading Teaching Insanity in Arabia

An Alchemist at Work

I stand before my kitchen counter. I’ve opened two dark, plastic almond oil bottles. The dark brown coloring protects the oil from possible sun or light damage. I place a tiny plastic funnel into the older bottle’s mouth and pour some newer oil into it. Just some, to raise its low level a bit. Afterwards, I slowly funnel glycerin into both bottles. Glycerin is a commonly used moisturizing additive to oils, skin and other beauty products. I recap the new almond oil bottle, slightly more than half full, and push it towards the wall. I then recap the now empty … Continue reading An Alchemist at Work

Roman Soldier – 8

Like it’s been said, I’m a man of few words.  I learned early that talking just led to trouble. Now my woman, this one, she knows without needing any words. We’ve made up our own language, her and me.  It’s a cross between her village talk and my old Roman solider talk. Continue reading Roman Soldier – 8

The Coming of the Stranger – a fairy tale – 4

Once upon a time, in a far away land, lived a young girl who carried the waters from the well in a large jug upon her head. As she walked each day to the village well, she would sing the … Continue reading The Coming of the Stranger – a fairy tale – 4

HOLDING THE BABY – 2

Holding the baby, Scot let the infant’s eyes harden his.  Be young, though all three of them had been, he not be a man seen to cry by those brothers who paraded and swore as men and called him but a baby in disguise, a girl under his kite, a dandy with looks too good even for a Scotsman. The young man thrust his hands out to the young girl as she walked in the woods.  “Take her. I must grieve.  I dinno how to care for a child.” Joyce looked up at her tall brother-in-law, dead Lorna’s wife. She … Continue reading HOLDING THE BABY – 2

FUN SELF-IDENTITY TEST/GOOD AT FAMILY, FRIENDS GATHERINGS

  Make sure to answer questions 1-10 before moving on.   No cheating or you will ruin it!   Read the following questions, imagining the scenes in your mind, and write down the FIRST thing that you visualize.  Do not think about the questions excessively.   1.   You are walking in the woods.  Who are you walking with?   2.   You are walking in the woods.  You see an animal.  What kind of animal is it?   3.   What interaction takes place between you and the animal?   4.   You walk deeper into the woods.  You enter a clearing and … Continue reading FUN SELF-IDENTITY TEST/GOOD AT FAMILY, FRIENDS GATHERINGS

4 – Noises from the Heart – Caroline’s Story

Dying ain’t as hard as living. No siree. My only regret is I’m goin first, and we’re not goin together. Ain’t should be like that. Damn it. How I hollered at that dear husband of mine not to use that damn word “ain’t” and here it is, set right in my heart like a vampire stake.  Wish I could find myself somehow, somewhere. Find myself, after blowin to bits by Hollis, that damn son of mine. I was one of the sweetest-tempered girls in the county. Until that son grew up, wild. I’ll never knowd what made him so mean. … Continue reading 4 – Noises from the Heart – Caroline’s Story