Thursday, October 19, 2017

Unphotographable

I'm talking to myself softly as I walk down South Dearborn Street in Chicago at 6:28 am on my way to work. When I'm startled by a homeless man reclining in a doorway, muttering to himself.

Oh the irony. We aren't so different after all.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Hello again

”You should blog again.” she said.
“What do I possibly have to say?” I said.
“Write about your fairy tale romance, your transplantation to Dallas, your idea of a non-overt dairy vegan diet.” she said.
“Maybe” I said.

I don’t know if I’ve still got it in me. I read back through my old posts and I laugh and sometimes I shed a tear. What if my life experiences now, at 44, aren’t as interesting as they were when I was in my 30’s, when my kids were both living at home, when I could actually remember which drawer to open. I guess if I’m being honest I never really cared if my stories were interesting, I only cared that they were stories I wanted out of my head.

Unphotographable
A day in Robinett history
Random thoughts

Maybe, just maybe, I can make this work again.

Only for you Wav.