Heads Up

“STOP STARING AT THE FLOOR, ULI! HEADS UP!” This, shouted at the gym as I attempted some weird squat-thrust-back-jerk-heaving maneuver. After years of attendance here, you’d think I know better, but….you’d be, well, wrong. If you lift... read more

Language, Please

“If Only I’d….” There’s an old British adage out there, apparently, that says something like “tomorrow will never be as good as yesterday was.” If that is NOT a British adage, then it should be. That way of looking at life has... read more

And I Ain’t Got Wings…

On one side of the kitchen table, a Lieutenant and the ladder truck driver play backgammon. Over in the recliners the Captain and two other firefighters are engrossed in a show with a marble-mouthed gold miner up in Alaska. There’s a firefighter holed up in the... read more

Go With The Grain

“I just want to help” Every firefighter, every service member among us, has uttered those words at one time or another. So when she told me she was moving to a new house, my first reaction was to try and help, but we weren’t there anymore. Firemen... read more

To Be Alive, Again

“I feel like I just came alive.”  Those were the first words spoken as our young patient was brought back from dancing perilously close to death from an overdose. These were followed up, somewhat amusingly, by: “Am I in the Matrix?”, and the... read more

Hi There, Been Awhile

This is the first essay I’ve written for Half Past Awesome in far too long. I walked away from the concept because I’d lost my own way and direction. Writing is a passion that allows me to convey the trainwreck of words in my brain slightly more lucidly,... read more

Farewell, Sir.

When the phone call arrives from my mother on a weekday morning, the news is seldom good. “Uli, it’s Mom….” her voice trailing off, with a muted sob. “What is it Ma? What’s going on?”  “Well, the news is bad; Grandpa... read more

A Note Of Thanks

“Do you know what a soldier is, young man? He’s the chap who makes it possible for civilised folk to despise war.” - Allan Massie Since the concept was introduced by President Wilson in 1919 and made official in 1938, November 11th has held a sacred... read more

Rust & Redemption

Another in a long line of disappointments made this a Monday worthy of any number of cliches about Mondays. When we have troubles, they seem to compound rapidly and that uncomfortable sense of dancing in quicksand quickly tightens it’s grip with each misstep... read more

Monotypes In A Time Of Stereo

When the mood strikes, there is little more appealing to me than a basket full of garlic chicken wings; it’s a decision once made that I regret well into the next day, when vampires and humans alike keep a minimum six foot radius away, the thrill of the parmesan... read more

With Love

There’s not a person in this world who has your back more than she does, or should. When no one else believes in you, it is her voice on the end of the phone that reassures you that yes, you CAN do this. When your father kicks you out of the house, your mom is... read more

A Squirrel Tale

I saw a squirrel with no tail in my yard yesterday. I kid you not. This is not a metaphor, nor hazy Ozarks double-speak for “carpetbagger” or “Nascar fan” or anything; it was a real-deal squirrel sans tail jumping around the front lawn,... read more

See You Down The Road

Tragedy can be beautiful, but it rarely seems so while it occurs, or to those who endure it. Last week I witnessed a co-worker say goodbye to his father, a life cut short at 55 years, struck down indiscriminately by a heart attack. Jim was a biker, his sons, including... read more

Lights & Tunnels

This morning I discovered anarchy within my dishwasher. While the motor would still begin its raucous cacophony signaling a cycle, no water was being added, thereby baking the gunk onto my dishes and ruining my life forever. By “forever”, of course, I mean... read more

Fly Back To Me

“You boys are gonna have a blast in Florida, you know this?” From the back seat of a worn out Toyota pickup barreling down a pre-dawn city street , they murmur in assent, having been up since 3:30am in anticipation of  today’s journey. Their mother,... read more

There’s Yet Some Bug In My Hum

The usual litany of excuses as to not posting continues unabated. The accompanying litany of excuses is faring worse, I’m afraid, so I just won’t apologize any more. That’s the thing about creative spurts: when your energies are directed at dancing... read more

Good Mornings

How do you describe your perfect morning? For some of us perfection comes in the olfactory senses being jarred to life, waking up to the smell of a loved one frying bacon in the kitchen and coffee gurgling re-assuredly out of a percolator and into oversize mugs. Some... read more

Dispatches From The ‘Burbs

Yeah, I’m a crappy blogger for many reasons, not the least of which is that I seem to only update once every three months. Had a lot going on; I apologize. So, I moved into town; the rent is relatively cheap, the house is “cozy”, which is how people... read more

Keep On Keepin’ On

“Boys, you know how Mom & Dad have been separated for a while now? Yeah? Boys, I want to tell you something….we’re not getting back together, in fact we’re divorced.” Hardest words I’ve ever had to say out loud. Never, not in... read more