happy is a yuppie word

Sometimes I flaunt in the skins of an intellectual while all the while I’m just repeating the words and sentiment of my much smarter friends.

One of those much smarter friends, Tiff, brought to my attention this amazing article on what makes us happy. It’s worth the read. You may even be able to feign “intellectual” amongst your smarter friends.

In sharing, Tiff punctuated the article with a quote from the lead researcher, Dr. George Vaillant. He says, “Positive emotions make us more vulnerable than negative ones. One reason is that they’re future-oriented. Fear and sadness have immediate payoffs—protecting us from attack or attracting resources at times of distress. Gratitude and joy, over time, will yield better health and deeper connections—but in the short term actually put us at risk. That’s because, while negative emotions tend to be insulating, positive emotions expose us to the common elements of rejection and heartbreak.”

Thank you for sharing, Tiff.

happy kennsday

As a little kid my imagination was out of control. Everything meant something
in my little kenniverse of a brain. Funny how some things never change.

With that said, in the kenniverse, Wednesday is actually better known as Kennsday so…
Happy Kennsday, Friends.

millionShadesofBrown

the novel idea

So I recently completed my first novel and I’m excited about the home that it will find as I actively seek out an agent to represent it to prospective publishers. It’s safe at this point to say that the book is a thriller suspense novel that is thematically about forgiveness.

Plot wise, the book is about a duplicitous man who is confronted with all that he hates about himself when a neighbor from his past moves into the neighborhood.

The characters include the main character (a 45-year old man), his ex-wife who is a recovering addict with a blackmail tendencies, his supportive girlfriend who has no clue who her boyfriend really is, a registered sex offender, and a neighborhood full of children. What could possibly go wrong?

I’ll share more details later.

soulbrother to the Max

June is celebration of ME month so I’m blogging everyday to share something of importance to me or about me. I hope you’re enjoying the journey.

One of my favorite blogs belongs to Max Reddick of soulbrother. He blogs like nobody’s business and I’m not sure where he finds the time between work and family and that whole life thing. I learn and am entertained every time I visit with him.

In his own words, he is “an African American male with a deep & abiding love & respect for the literature, music, and culture of a people growing out of a historical & on-going struggle for change, but who at this time is not quite sure which direction that change is going and what it even means.”

Check him out daily.

something about spencer

Spencer is the coolest 10-year old I know and I have the honor of also being his Dad. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… Spencer…

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insomnia

Insomnia has become my mistress tonight
Am I the only one she has left alive?
Darkness as sheets covering millions who lie
Me, I can no longer fathom the day from the night

Thoughts of my past and my now and to come
It’s the past that has shaped me of what I now sum
I’m heavy and burdened and she won’t let me sleep
I don’t recall asking her over for a nightcap or tea

My sons and my friends and those who barely missed the mark
They haunt me as ghosts as shadows in the dark
My phone is not speaking but I query anyway
It never suffers silence like this during the day

Insomnia wont leave me as if she’s some hesitant cur
The lines twixt imagination and reality are in post stages of blur
Thoughts rage past me and circle seven times
Leaving me crumpled in corners and opposite the sublime

And kings and queens don’t regard how my story will end
I wonder who will read it and will it sell more than ten
The screams of traffic are muted and all colors are grayed
The tether that once held me is now thinning and frayed

Alcohol or pills or distraction numbs her touch
But I resist the lure to trade a mistress for a dime store slut
So eventually she will tire of me and leave me be
And let me sleep and tire of me be and soon I’ll dream and…