"I step outside, camera in hand and photograph him. We play and practice together. I shoot various stages of his flowering lifecyle..."
"Hey SMO, come outside, I brought you a present," he said. Stepping outside the backdoor, there on the driveway next to the house in a ten-inch black plastic garden center bucket stood Hubbard..
One distinct pleasure we mutually shared was the splendor of the hibiscus flower...
For this naïve, young teenager, every morning as I brushed my teeth, I’d stand there looking in the mirror scared, forced to confront fear head-on and put on a suit of armor. Every day self-terrorizing with wonder, no, worry about what possible traumatic interaction I’d be forced to defend myself against – alone – amid the hostile environment known as the school halls of hormonally-charged teenagers... follow to read the full story.
Some people think that to be strong is to never feel pain. In reality, the strongest people are the ones who feel it, understand it, and accept it. ~ an Instagram meme What the hell am I still doing here? A question I posed closing out the blog essay it's linked to (I encourage you … Continue reading Florida: Then and Now
Restless. Irritable. Discontent. Inside I was smoldering with dis-ease over everything and everyone, everywhere. Everywhere I went, there I was...smoldering. Something was wrong - with me - yet I couldn't put my finger on it. The fire burning inside me was getting stoked, an upwelling was gaining; the pressure was rising, momentum building. I suffered silently, tried to at least, as the smoke around me grew thicker and darker in my mental agitation and physical discomfort.
He's baaack... I naively thought that when my address changed and the pictures and memorabilia trinkets were safely tucked away in storage he would cease to continue within my life...