Millennials suck

Millennials suck. Since Millennials suck, their parents must suck, too. At first, I thought it was me. I thought I was seeing something in those kids in their early 20’s that I did not like about myself. Then we started hiring twenty-somethings to man our store. In New Jersey, it’s called being a Clerk. These so-called men, are Brats...pussies really. They might have a poor me story or more infuriating, a bullshit story of military experience. None of them can…

Discipline – The “Art” of Education

I am compelled to defend the character of the Superintendent of my hometown. I’d like to revisit accusations brought upon by the high school principal. In an article written in the Herald from June 6th, quotes from random segments of what might have been private conversation between the superintendent and a trusted colleague were written. Without naming a source or when and where these comments took place is nothing more than a disservice to the community who are looking for…

Hate or Fear?

In recovery, the word fear is an acronym for either fuck everything and run or face everything and recover. I would imagine in some churches, face everything and rejoice. What about forgive everyone and repair or fight everyone and ruin. Fear is a general term, a reaction to a known danger. Anxiety seems to be a buzzword meaning fear of unknown danger. Neurotic is to behave as if the danger is happening right now. It is the nervous system working.…

Young Love

I had always been boy crazy. I remember the first boy I ever had a crush on. I was in third grade, Mr. Napello’s class. I must have been 8 years old. He was always in trouble. The boy whose desk was always out of place from the rest of the classroom. I don’t remember ever seeing him do anything wrong yet there he was, off to the side by himself. He rode his bicycle to my house once. I…

Scarcity – a poem

There was a time when fewer people had the finest and fanciest of things. Then there was a time when many could have the most of much. Then it all went away. Too many took too much and now there are so many without enough.

Keep, Toss, Sell

I need someone to come to my house and walk me through my wardrobe. Someone needs to explain to me why I have such a hard time letting go. Not of the individual garments but what each group of garments represent. I have, in my own time donated plenty of outworn not always outdated clothing. The tossing part isn’t the most difficult for me. I love the feeling of getting rid of ‘stuff’. It is a process and may take…