
It’s not a blank page to me, it’s where the story begins. There’s an intimacy in that. Your work could have a million pages but you’ll never forget your first. – Ash
"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, to the world around me"

It’s not a blank page to me, it’s where the story begins. There’s an intimacy in that. Your work could have a million pages but you’ll never forget your first. – Ash

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, I’m back inside perched at my pass-the-vibe-check cozy corner of my home and anxious to chat with my loyal listeners. It’s March and Spring is just around the corner. That alone has me talking, talking about looking forward. And, as always, I throw in a quote and a poem for good measure.
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Caught the bus for my afternoon classes only to have them cancelled. What now? Oh, I know. Off to the university library I go. Where I spent almost all of my free time while on campus. It was a five-minute walk from my political science class and I used every second of it to get there. Soaking up the semester sun and atmosphere of an ordinary Wednesday late 1990’s.
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If I could survive solely on words, I would flourish. – Ash

Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, the sun is out and the sky is blue. Tomorrow was a better day as promised. Along the way, I decided to tell the story of a good friend of mine who passed away at a young age. He is gone, but will never be forgotten and brings me blue skies every single time I think of him. And, as always, I throw in a poem for good measure.
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Welcome back, join me and my continuing conversation about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions to the world around me.
In this episode, it’s a beautiful Saturday and I’m blowing off some steam with another walk and talk. Somedays are not as good as the others, but when life throws adversity your way you’re left kicking stones until you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep moving forward. I also talk about versions of ourselves and how our moods can change from time to time creating versions we might not like. No poem this time, but I throw in a little story from my past for good measure.
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A chronic smoker, that white-haired man who never stopped talking, and the backwash guy. Three reg barflies and a keep. Lies told, secrets shared, and all I heard was “Ah, one more for the road”. Swiftly, I would grab a frosty beer glass from a humming cooler, then reach for the silver tap. Froth to pour, the perfect head, and ding went the register. Sale…total….enter…$2.25.
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Hanging out on a merry-go-round in the heart of a summer was very teenage…

I remember those Saturday nights we’d walk home together. In the lull of a quiet harbour. Watch a boat go out or watch the one cab we had drive down the south side. Laughing, carrying on with each other, and three sheets to the wind. Sometimes we would talk the ears off each other, other times you were too contrary. But, I would always make you laugh until you were over it.
Our strolls home from a party, a wedding dance, or the club were where our friendship grew the most. How comforting it was to have you as my best friend. You’ll always be my best friend, but I miss you and being alone under a streetlight at night still makes me mad…
…talk to you tomorrow.