It’s always the worst at night. I have no idea why.
That’s when the images and sounds flood my mind. It’s as though someone made a movie and I saw only the first part. I loved the movie and wanted to see all of it. I loved it so much that I wanted to live in it, but I couldn’t.
And then someone had all the images and sounds and smells and emotions from the rest of that movie — and feeds bits and pieces of them to me at random times. It’s warm and loving images of love and family and home and everything I’ve ever wanted.
There‘s a projector on the inside of my skull — and someone plays those images. What I see teases me and torments me, but I can’t make them go away. I don‘t even know whether I want them to go away.
She’s always there. But she’s not really there.

Santa Claus at a loss when Rosie comes to tell him her troubles
What are your options when the state gives your children lousy teachers?
Illegal bribes mean a politician is corrupt, but the legal things he does are just as immoral
My ideal woman will never exist, but I keep falling in love with her
What if world is becoming a place where you no longer want to live?
Who’s afraid of a federal shutdown? Many of us hope for the real thing
‘You cannot love in moderation’; lukewarm love’s worse than none
Christmas stands for quiet truths: love, faith, community and family
FRIDAY FUNNIES