Male pattern baldness will effect up to 70% of men at some point in their lifetime which forces me to thank my father for his genes, thereby placing me in the remaining 30%. (For the moment.) I have what you might call a head that needs hair. Male pattern baldness is nothing like blogging, unless off course you count the times when you pull out tuffs of your own hair whilst staring at the blank screen, who by the way, taunts you like a middle school playground bully. Those moments when you have a desire to write but your head remains a black hole. Continue reading
“She died loving no one and with no one loving her.”
That is harsh. It reads like a scene from a desolate planet. A foreign, lost world, filled with an unrelenting, unforgiving cold. The first time I saw it, it was a vile, sucker-punch in the gut. Eleven words, painting a portrait of extreme sadness, that left me empty. And in the mood for wine. Continue reading
Every blogger has written at least one of them. A post where you’re actually igniting a fuse to a stack of 100 ton TNT. Like this one. And instead of trying to put out the spark, I’m just gonna sit and prepare myself for the aftermath of this explosion. Waiting for the proverbial um… manure to hit the proverbial um… fan.
For there are just some people who are not meant to be parents. And it’s time someone told them. Continue reading