close, but no skull fracture

Now that it's warm and, occasionally, sunny, I like to put my life on the line and go walking. Sometimes far, sometimes wide, but always dicey. It's only May, barely a month into springtime, and already there's been bloodshed. Copious amounts of blood, in fact. All mine. By the quart, or the pint, at least. Last … Continue reading close, but no skull fracture

a coming to terms

First, I crashed my bike into a tunnel, breaking my shoulder and puncturing a lung. Then came the subsequent, harsher collision: the one with reality. I’m simply too old for this. In the immediate aftermath, the wall I hit acted as a kickstand and propped me up. I felt curiously freeze-framed, as if someone had … Continue reading a coming to terms