A Sad Face

Normally, I have no problem finding something to muse and write about, but only if I think my readers would find it interesting.  And although my life is far from being boring or uneventful – I have not felt much like writing. But yesterday, I did something I have never done before in my life. And… Continue reading A Sad Face

Want, Wanted, and Wanting

There are three wants in life: want wanted and wanting.  But you already knew that – so let me explain why I am writing a post about them. Want When you need something – it is a want.  It does not matter what it costs, and it does not matter if you can afford to buy it… Continue reading Want, Wanted, and Wanting

A Horny Lady

I am guessing that it was the title that got your attention.  But if you were expecting a hot and tantalizing story about an amorous lady I once knew – sorry to disappoint. I have been swamped these past few weeks, and yesterday, my back hurt so much, I decided to remain in my pajamas… Continue reading A Horny Lady

A Last Goodbye

In February 2018, I wrote my Chasing a Dream story. In the story, I announced that I was separated from my wife Annette, after over forty years of being together. I do not like writing about very personal issues, especially because Annette is a very private person. However, we decided to stay in the home… Continue reading A Last Goodbye

Needles and Pins

You would think that after eleven years, I would not be nervous about seeing the doctor, but I guess it’s just my mind fighting with my heart and leaving my body feeling like being pricked by ‘pins and needles.’ But that’s not until this afternoon at 2:00. Until then, I plan to go for a… Continue reading Needles and Pins

A Hasty Retreat

Rivendell Retreat on Bowen Island, BC

Today, I am leaving for three days of quiet and solitude at a spiritual retreat on a nearby Bowen Island mountain top. Although I no longer search for answers to questions that evaded me for most of my life – my spiritual growth and well-being have always been important. The retreat will allow me to… Continue reading A Hasty Retreat

A Long Sentence

This was the first year that I did not go to the police station to get my fingerprints taken, as I do each year, to confirm that I do not have a criminal record and that allows me, as Santa Claus, to show parents and others responsible for children’s welfare, that their charges are safe… Continue reading A Long Sentence

Empty Sidewalks on Tobacco Road

Home where Danny was born and raised

This is a continuation of a previously published story that I wrote in 2012.  Please read The Summer of ’66 before reading this story; otherwise, it won’t make much sense.  Thanks! ~ Hugs, Danny The road to Tobacco Road had sidewalks, but there were none on Vittoria Road – or at least, none on the… Continue reading Empty Sidewalks on Tobacco Road

A Write to be Wrong

Today is Monday morning, October 26th, and the internet in my neck of the world (Langley) is not working. I planned to write a story about my twenty-year quest to brew the best cup of coffee ever (at home). It is a story that’s been percolating inside my hollow head for months, but I haven’t… Continue reading A Write to be Wrong

A POETS Kind of Day

POETS (Piss On Everything Tomorrow’s Saturday).  It was early Friday morning when her wet lick on my lips woke me. My dog Holly Golightly is almost deaf, and she’s slowing down.  I didn’t feel much like getting up, but it’s either Holly or Mother Nature waking me at 4:00 am each morning, so I grumbled… Continue reading A POETS Kind of Day