Published by admin on June 30, 2016

It Wasn’t a Date

  This time… it wasn’t a date. You remember her. The younger woman I met at a party. The do-I, don’t-I moment about shaving the grays in my beard. The I-wasn’t-even-born-yet during Hurricane Andrew girl. Yes, her. That was almost two months ago. An eternity ago. Since then, she and I have become friends. You know, we talk on the phone, text,…

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Published by admin on June 24, 2016

The Lost Art of Faith

  I’ll admit it. I have little idea of where I’m going. I just listen, take a step, listen, take a step… and have faith that if I continue to do that, over and over again, that I’ll always be on the right path. My path. To what am I listening? I’m going within. I’m constantly asking…

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Published by admin on June 22, 2016

3 Things You Can Do When You Feel Like Hitting Your Head Against the Wall

  Many of you know that I’ve been struggling to come up with new content for my blog, Down-n-Dirty Blog on Relationships, for several months. My process, from the inception of my blog until now, has looked something like this: I was urged by a friend to start a blog (and spare my friends my rampant, daily musings on fb) Wrote…

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Published by admin on June 21, 2016

When Writing Fails Me

  I think it’s a sign that I’m not living. Damn. Time to re-create myself. Again.   Get busy living or get busy dying www.alexobed.com

Published by admin on June 21, 2016

The Crap I Write During Writer’s Block

Urghhhhhhhh. Arrrrfffffffgggggggggggggggeckkkkkkkkk! That’s the pained sensation of my body put into words. No, no, it’s not (just) constipation. I’m sitting at a communal table at Starbucks, trying to comb my inner space to see if there’s anything worth writing today. Now, I’m outside. Now, I’m inside again at a new table. Now, I’m outside again. I don’t avoid the concerned…

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Published by admin on June 12, 2016

I’m a Size 2

  That’s what a woman said to me at Starbucks today. Apparently, my chair was too far out in the aisle. She was trying to squeeze through the space between my chair and the table behind me. Excuse me, she said. Can you scoot in?  I was reading and hadn’t see her. Upon passing, I heard her…

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