Hanna The Lovely

hannaI have never considered myself a huge animal person. Although I’m not in “Michael Vick territory” by any means, I’m also not going to dress up my animals as humans. I’ve always felt that animals have their place in our lives and even though they have been proven to reduce stress and depression, they are still animals at the end of the day. Well, that’s quite the intro isn’t it?

I’m saddened to say that my family is one member short today and the Corgi sized hole in our hearts is aching.
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God Knows, But When Will I?

frustratedOne good thing about the written word is the option available for readers to stop reading at any point they choose to. That being said, feel free to redirect your browser to  The Nicest Place On The Internet any time you get tired of my written grumblings. I’ve got something on my chest and, as my own personal experience has shown me time and time again, putting “pen to paper” may help me to feel just a tiny bit better.

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Leah

Recently, I came across a piece of writing that I hadn’t touched in almost fifteen years. While out to sea back in 1999, in order to kill some time and keep myself “engaged”, I started writing about my life up to that point. The following is an excerpt from a nearly 15,000 word piece of writing, regarding my youngest sister who passed away in 1991 at age 8 (the age my own son is now). I’d like to think that my writing has improved since then. I know my language has (I made a concerted effort to stop swearing a year or so back). I’m still picking and choosing passages that I’ll make public. There are a few sections on the writing that are still private and I’m unsure if I’ll ever make them public. On a sidenote; the younger of the two girls in the picture that accompanies this passage is Leah. *****************************************************************************************************************
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The Beast – Part 2

male_depressionThis is Part 2 of my thoughts on depression. To see the introductory post, check out The Beast – Part 1.

If you’ve come here and you think nobody is listening, click here to skip to the end.

During my Navy time, I spent four years on a missile cruiser. I got to know some of the best guys I ever could know and a lot of that has to do with the fact that when you suffer together and put your lives in each other’s hands, there are bonds made. Being out to sea for months on end with other men, you talk about things. When you’re NOT talking about things with others, there’s plenty of  time alone as well. It’s amazing to see God’s creations out there (dolphins jumping, the sunset on the ocean, the sun RISE on the ocean), but as a single man away from friends and family, it can get a bit lonely as well. Although I may have gotten inside my head only slightly in high school, I took long sojourns into my head while out to sea. The time spent floating in the middle of the ocean lends itself to plenty of self-exploration time.

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A Mission Statement

j_maguireOne of the oddest things about writing is how often random ideas for writing will pop into my head. In this day and age, our electronic doo-dads can be both a blessing AND a curse. Yes, they are incredibly distracting and have left us with little to no social interaction skills, but on the other hand, sites/applications like Evernote and Springpad make it simple to get a thought down almost instantaneously, even with no pen or paper handy. Have your smartphone or tablet handy? Sweet, you can get down your idea and it will sync almost immediately! Continue reading A Mission Statement

Can’t stop writing, even when it feels like I should…

Honestly, I’ve been conflicted lately. It infuriates me to no end to see that the world as a whole continues to turn, even though so many peoples’ worlds have ceased turning, after the death of a great husband, father, coworker, and friend. I’m so leery of letting the memory of Nick fade into the ether.The immediacy of an unexpected death really leaves a hole in the lives left behind. I have to conciously remind myself that I won’t see him at my next training; that I won’t be receiving a text message back if I send him one; that I will never again hear his name spoken in a present tense.  I feel guilty for not keeping in contact like I should have and not making an even greater effort to get to know him. I feel guilty that as soon as I hit “publish” on this post, I will have updated all my social media to reflect that I’ve written something new. I plan on keeping my post about Nick as a sticky for awhile because if you’ve stumbled across this blog (regardless of how you’ve found me), I want you to know a little bit about the man behind all the news stories lately.
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