Art in Recovery
I am a survivor of abuse and parental alcoholism. Recovery and my artistic journey coincide and interdependent. When I am thinking of art in these terms, I include all forms, Writing, Painting, Drawing, Sculpture, etc.
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Crossroads
When I look back on key decisions in my life, many of them came down to instinct, a feel for the best path. Sometimes I regretted my decisions, leaving a good job to finish law school. But looking back I realize my instincts guided me well. My legal education helped me become a better writer… Continue reading
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Upbeat
I like to make a good first impression. I used to be nervous about it, worrying about how I came across, assuming it was bad. I got this from the way I grew up, in a crazy household. But that’s behind me now. At some point I realized I come across well because I have… Continue reading
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Homecoming 2
I’m back from my visit to my college for homecoming. I knew more people than I expected and it was great to reconnect. I’m glad people recognized me. The joy came with some sadness because I have been away for so long. I miss out on some things. Over the years I’ve isolated myself, a… Continue reading
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Homecoming
I’m going to my college homecoming this weekend. I haven’t been there in decades. I’m nervous about it, because I don’t know what to expect. There will be people there I know. It could be fun and exciting. Since Covid, I became isolated, so I’m doing things to be more social. Part of me thinks… Continue reading
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The Teachers
When I think about my favorite classes, I realize it’s the teachers that inspired me, not the class subject. I had a high school biology teacher that made science interesting and fun. Her enthusiasm was contagious. I had a post-hippy English teacher that let us explore expression in all sorts of ways. In class I… Continue reading
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Power Outage
I think the best way to manage screen time is to endure a power outage. When I was a kid, no power meant no television, radio or lights. Now, add an interruption in computers, tablets, online streaming, cable, etc. I keep the television off as much as I can during the day. Sometimes the quiet… Continue reading
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Dreaming
I never liked the medical/clinical description of dreams, basically a result of the brain waking up, something routine, ordinary and insignificant, a function like breathing. Dreams reflect my state of mind. When I was a kid, I was very afraid. I had many dreams about being in dangerous places and under constant threat. I was… Continue reading
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Most Of It
Regret is a tough thing. When I think about parts of my life I might want to relive, I think of too many. I wish a dated more in high school and college. I wish I was more social. I wish I didn’t drink in college. I wish I got better grades and did activities… Continue reading
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Laughter
My wife says I don’t laugh enough. We will be watching a show, presented as a comedy. She will be laughing. She will look at me, silent and stoic, maybe carrying a tight smile, and ask me “Why aren’t you laughing?” I will reply: “I am!” I might feel something is funny, but it takes… Continue reading
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Never Old
My mother lived until she was 86. She could get around but it was a struggle. Her mind was good, but she forgot things and often repeated the same stories. Generally, it was clear she was old and wearing down. She knew it, but she didn’t feel old. She said she felt as fresh and… Continue reading
About Me
Indie author and self taught artist, creating for over fifty years, also a former corporate lawyer and systems manager … and other assorted vocations. Writing is my passion. I just released my first science fiction novel, Escape From Desolation, eBook and paperback. More information at my author page: http://escapefromdesolation.com
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