“Put me in one of your books.” In all fairness, I really should. His story needs to be told. But he doesn’t reeeeeeely fit in my demented fruit-bat world, so I’ll just tell it here. Years ago, I had a gentleman come to the door......
Here’s the second post. – the Author ** Engage autopilot. Phase in Longest Day protocol. Run program. Sit. Wait. Let the hospice nurse in. She didn’t have a reason to be there other than she cared about our family and wanted to be with us......
Here’s the first of two of the hardest posts I’ve ever written. I’ll write the other one tomorrow. Kisses – the Author ** Five years ago, right about now, I embarked on the Longest Night of My Life. Ten weeks of worry, of tears, of......
My name is Kerry Sheridan. If you know me, you know why every page has that as the first sentence. I’ve been forced to forget my name too many times. And I’m afraid it’s going to happen again. This time, I won’t make it back......
IT’S NOT YOU, IT’S US © 2021 Leigh Grissom The Harvest Moon reached its zenith, and the Crow landed on his windowsill, just like he knew it would. He extended his bloodied hand, the moonlight illuminating the pentacle he’d carved into his palm. The bird......
… and it damn sure doesn’t snow like this in Texas. I never thought I would lose friends, even internet ones, over a snowstorm. But I’ve quietly unfollowed several who have laughed, made jokes, said things like “suck it up, buttercup,” and referred to us......
Dontcha just hate it when your brain slaps you across the heart and screams in perfect-Cher voice to snap out of it? Yeah, that happened to me yesterday. I won’t go into what the last six weeks have been like for me. I went on......
The same day, 24 years apart, two men lost their lives. On December 8th, 1980, I heard the news on the little AM radio on the headboard of my bed. I was nine, and John Lennon was dead. I knew the Beatles and I knew......
It’s been seven months. Seven months since this fucking virus locked the doors of the nursing home. Seven months since I’ve seen my father for more than the occasional FaceTime call (something I’m forever grateful to his nurse for setting up for us.) At long......
Today, Ray Bradbury would have been 100 years old. If you haven’t read his work … fucking fix that. Now. Start with “The Illustrated Man” and wind your way to “Fahrenheit 451” (I’m ashamed of how many times I had to type Fahrenheit before autocorrect......
Hey, it’s my blog, and I can mope if I want. I encountered the phrase “Creative Misfit” this week. It’s really made me think. I’ve been struggling with “what’s my place on this virus-wracked blue marble” and I have to admit that even the title......
Just … wow. Social media and I aren’t getting along like we used to. Well, wait — I should say Facebook and I aren’t getting along like we used to. Twitter and I are still on speaking terms, and Instagram and I still enjoy each......
A day which will live in music infamy. I wasn’t watching when MTV took to the airwaves; being from a reeeeeeeely small town in Texas, we didn’t have access to MTV until it hit our cable provider. I was lucky — my forever friend lived......
I’m a little cranked right now. It’s going to be hard for me to keep names out of this entry. If you know me, you know who has pissed off my inner beast. If you don’t know and are part of the Writing Community, message......
My English teacher during my senior year in high school died on Tuesday. She was 92. My heart goes out to her family and all who loved her. I would go into the whole story behind why this entry isn’t all that heartfelt, but I......
It’s been a hell of a day. I said goodbye to a Good Woman, stolen by cancer at the too-young age of 60. I was sitting here staring at the picture taken of her and her husband at my signing for SABRE-6, and … dammit,......
Mirror Man © 2020 by Leigh Grissom May 1, 2021 I think I’m losing my mind. I must be. Diaries are stupid and I don’t have time for this. I’d love to talk it out with someone, but they’ll just eyeball me like I’m a......
