A reflection on the past, present, and future. An essay for Crow’s Feet Writing Prompt #12 It all began one stormy night in 1954. My mother was rushed to the hospital through thunder, lightning, wind and rain. …

I know it's a nutritionist's nightmare, but I'm changing: ok, maybe not! — Who can complain about pistachios? They are elegant, exotic, and tasty in a mysterious way. They are comparable to little modules of fine wine with layers of flavor and a pleasant aftertaste. Every person has their taste description. Some people tell me they taste like chocolate. Another says their flavor…

Fun times as a Senior Citizen — A friend asked me the other day what I did for fun. Every time I hear that question, I cringe. Not because I don't enjoy having fun, but because my idea of fun has changed as I've gotten older. I typically answer the question with what I used to do…

If you are a Hemingway fan, then the riddle makes sense — A friend recently returned from Pamplona, Spain, where he ran with the bulls. As I was doing some ghostwriting for his company, he quickly told me about the experience, the extent of the San Fermin festivities, and most importantly, how it was a celebration for Ernest Hemingway. He felt that…

I gave it a lot of thought — There I go again, thinking. It seems the older I get, the more I think. It is my way of keeping my mind active but calm. When I think, I think about all kinds of things. I've thought of jokes, the impact of the daily news, the weather, the traffic…

A Crow’s Feet Writing Prompt — Nobody ever told me that someday I would become andropausal. I never knew the word existed until a few hours ago when some friends pointed it out as a Crow’s Feet writing prompt. Luckily, I was online at the time and quickly found 367,000 results from a google search. Oh…

It is not a debate — "The medium is the message," Marshall McLuhan wrote in his famous 1964 textbook, Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man. It's the most famous quote in the world of mass communications. College degrees were developed around the statement. Hundreds, if not thousands, of essays, articles, and comments discuss the concept. …

Was I supposed to have one? — Oh no, I realized I forgot to have a mid-life crisis. And now I am an official senior citizen, and it's too late. What's a guy to do? They say mid-life is around age forty to sixty. Those years went by so quickly that I have trouble remembering them. I…

And the truth be told — Billy, the goat, called me the other day. He sounded pretty angry. I let him talk it out; he just needed to rant for a bit. Billy had just been told by one of the elder goats that humans not only named a beard type after them, but they were…