Wise Words by Accident

My son’s mother and I talk every Saturday night to keep up on the boy–who is now 31 years old–and to talk to one another about our sad, sad lives. We discussed why we both seemed to enjoy our solitude a little too much when I said something unusally wise: “We live the lives weContinue reading “Wise Words by Accident”

Bustin’ It With Ernie H.

Late on a Sunday night and I am writing in my journal at the kitchen table. I have just finished “The Sun Also Rises,” the debut novel by Ernest Hemingway which caused such a stir back in 1926. But I was not imressed. A bearded, ghostly presence is at my shoulder. And he is notContinue reading “Bustin’ It With Ernie H.”