For many years I kicked and screamed, whined and moaned, rebelled by acting out without restraint, and pointed my finger at every conceivable "other" (people, places, and things of all sorts)

I do not consider myself to be a romantic. That being said I am confident there is a little bit of this and a little bit of that in all but a minuscule number of genuine/authentic human beings. In my opinion

This one is going to be dark. It reflects where I am right now. It also reflects where I have spent many hours along my journey. Not all, but many. I cannot say why I am here right now, only that I am.

I grew up in a small town rural area that was peppered by dairy farms, hay fields, dirt roads, and of course, provided countless memories. One of my favorite memories centers on a stand of pine trees located

Travel a path that leads to a fork in the road and next thing you know, a choice has to be made. Shall I do this or that, turn around and head back, or sit for a minute in the quiet of the huge Oak's shade.

Back in 2002 I was in a very dark and dangerous place. I had achieved sobriety in mid 1998 but my life was going nowhere, or so I thought (one of my dark and dangerous places). Head games ruled me for

During my college days I was charged with creating a story of my perception of my life experience. I considered how I perceived myself throughout life to that point in time for many days. There was intense

Greetings, I listen to the news, get a little discombobulated, take a break from the outside world, and come back to give it another shot. It ain't easy, sometimes I do not honestly know if I even want

Greetings all. Back in the day during the late 1950's, early '60's I can remember laying in the grass under warm starlit summer night skies trying to reconcile what I was being taught re who and what humans

dougj34 here, that is probably the only name you will ever know me by. I said "probably" because things change, I am changing too. Been around for 66 years, waking up for over a decade and I