Category: Sharon
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If You Love Something, Set It Free
I’m not quite moved yet, and am still disposing of things I no longer need. Most of the stuff was Sharon’s of course, and I’m trying to help as much of it as I can to find useful homes. I wrote about some of it in my Proof of Life post. I’m still finding more…
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World Trade Center Memorial That Might Have Been
When they decided to build a World Trade Center Memorial, they held an open competition, so Sharon, the artist, poet, and draftswoman was inspired to make an entry. In honor of the 25th anniversary of 9/11, I’ve tried here to compile her entry as she would have presented it. LIBERTY, LIKE A DISTANT STAR SHINES…
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Where Do You Get Your Ideas?
I was able to attend San Diego’s famous Comic-Con this year, and at one of the mixers for creatives, someone asked, “Where do you get your ideas?” I didn’t have long enough to launch into a full explanation, but I’ll leave you this essay where Sharon explains it more thoroughly. Once my wife Sharon was…
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King of Clubs
This is the third chapter of Sharon’s Playing to an Inside Straight book that she never finished about her health journey . See the other entries in the category Sharon. KING OF CLUBS I thought that the King of Clubs would be a good card to represent what we have to pay homage to or…
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Queen of Hearts
This is chapter one of Sharon’s Playing to an Inside Straight talking about health and her health journey. I like metaphor and I like memory triggers, therefore I am choosing cards that I think do both. So let’s start with the Queen of Hearts. I thought that the Queen of Hearts was an appropriate card…
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Playing to an Inside Straight: Introduction
This is a book Sharon started in 2000 but never finished. That really doesn’t matter as much as you might think since each chapter is self-contained. I’ll be posting the other chapters weekly. I decided to start writing this book today. It’s been kicking around upstairs in my head for several years now. Though not…
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How Sharon and I “Met”
Sharon and I met in a creative writing class our senior year in college. She told me later that her academic adviser had looked at her askance when he signed off on her choice, but she had never given up on wanting to write, even if she made her living as a Chemist. She came…
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The Day The Bridge Broke
This is a story that Sharon wrote in 1973 that figures in how we met. Twilight. I like to go walking then. To think. To reflect. To imagine. To see things in a different light. Twilight. The difference between day and night. The middle of the coin, so to speak. No heads, no tails. No…
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Tales of Sweet Melissa
My wife and I have always named our cars. My first car, a white 60 Chevy BelAir—one of those with tail fins—was named Whiskey, and her first car, a giant burgundy Olds 88 was named Gypsy. We were both poor in those days, and when our old cars died one after the other, my father…
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Adventures in Eating
I often told my wife that I married her to have adventures, and she scoffed at me, “I don’t ski. I don’t bungee jump. I don’t skydive, or drive race cars.” Nonetheless, it was true, and most everything was an adventure with her. Take something as simple as eating. She was an excellent and adventurous…
Musings of a Restless Mind 