Wishes sometimes have consequences is now available for ordering from your favorite bookstore! I know I waited too long, but I have finally created a page for the book: you can find it here. The page contains: Cover images for both hardcover and paperback editions (the contents are otherwise the same) The ISBNs for both [...]
Dear Wednesday, Shingles and misadventures with cable TV. Yep—sounds like Wednesday! Love, Kevin (18 September 2019)
Dear Tuesday, Well, here I am, just having shingles and watching House… Love, Kevin (17 September 2019)
Shingles. What the hell?! I’d guess that maybe it’s a reminder to slow down— except things are already at a standstill because that’s the process Or maybe I’ve just said ‘goddammit’ too often lately and this is a lesson in not questioning the Divine Will Either way I’m staying well away from ‘Super Track Urgent [...]
Needs a better title… Present and accounted for thinking about whatever I’m thinking about and not much else I know that wishes sometimes have consequences and I wished that this would all be over soon enough I will live with that but I will understand that there’s more to it all than the wishes that [...]
Dear Monday, Okay, I will get started sometime today… Love, Kevin (16 September 2019)
Dear Sunday, Decisions, decisions… Love, Kevin (15 September 2019)
Dear Saturday, How many Qs in “password”? Love, Kevin (14 September 2019)
fork, this is a weird time. So, three weeks ago—and two days after I drove up to Bellingham to take her to a scheduled doctor’s appointment—my mom died. She wasn’t exactly in great shape when I arrived to take her to said appointment: she was lying on the floor in the hallway, with a blanket [...]
Dear Friday, Is this the day of many interruptions? We shall see. Love, Kevin (13 September 2019)
Dear Thursday, There’s always another item on the list. Love, Kevin (12 September 2019)
How to Kick Guilt in the Balls.
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Monica Carroll
The words to kindle the soul and make your thoughts fumble. @fumblethethought
Clandestine tales cling to these forlorn ankles.
An open view of my Thoughts
"A beginning of the new change"
