Size Seven Shoes

Last Friday, between the hours of 10pm and 11pm, I had an accident that was both unexpected and dramatic.  I'd been ill already for several days and had not been having a good appetite. On this fateful evening, I had decided to ingest a lovely bowl of ABC soup made lovingly by my mother in hopes of overcoming this recent spell of malnutrition.  This act unfortunately led me to the toilet with a stomach ache. I began to feel faint while cleaning up in the toilet and very suddenly passed out. In the process, I fell face forward and hit part of my face and my teeth onto the step at the entrance of the toilet.  Consequently, I had parts of 2 front teeth knocked out and lots of blood oozing from the injuries. I also had the misfortune of smashing my phone at the same time.  Although I've had several fainting spells over the years and this isn't exactly the only time, this incident was definitely the most severe and the first time I experienced harm to my body due to becom...

There's this lingering idea in my head still about self publishing some form of a chapbook. It's been in the works for at least a year or two and it's mostly delayed because of my hesitation.  I already have more than enough material to fill out a humble little chapbook. It's more a question of what to put in and what to leave out.  Sometimes I wonder if there is any point at all in publishing anything. Be it via my own (very limited) resources or through more conventional routes. Because what does publishing anything achieve other than being a means of stroking your own ego or checking off an item from your lifetime goals?  All in all, the reigning sentiment is that I feel small. Insignificant. And it often seems like nothing will ever change. Impostor syndrome is but one aspect of it. There's more that brews under the surface than just that.  I don't know if making writing my profession in the past has spoiled all these things for me. The magic of writing and ...

I said in a previous post  that I would talk soon about things that matter to me. Or more like stuff that is bothering me.  Well, here I am to make good that promise, so to speak.  While it's not really anything new for someone like me, perhaps this might be the first time I'm saying it out loud. So here goes...  Ladies and gents, my beloved readers, I am rather tired of and disappointed about church.  It's not really about the Local Church I attend in particular (although undeniably there may be aspects about it that I do wish could be better). I personally believe there's a larger discontent festering here and that it's likely to do with the Universal Church itself. Let me clarify at this juncture that I am not intending to abandon my faith and that I still believe that Jesus is Lord, both of the entire universe as we know it and certainly of my life too. I also intend to uphold Christianity as the religion of choice to pass on to my children and still continu...