Tag Archives: Cloudeight Essays

In the Twilight Time

    In the Twilight Time Some nights I have trouble drifting off to sleep. I have so much on my mind: The events of the day, swirling; troubles bubbling up, worries weighing heavily, all stirred together into a dark disturbing dissonance. Most nights, however, when the convergence of daily troubles and worries from days and weeks and… Read More »

Old Enough

    Old Enough Recently – and I love that word because of its vaguery – I mustered up enough bravado to dig deep into the often frightful and always convoluted depths of my mind. While I was peeling back the layers of that gray onion – fifty shades of gray by now, I’m sure – I had… Read More »


    Friendship At first, I pretended. I tricked myself into thinking it didn’t matter much that you were no longer my friend. We were good friends and then we weren’t – it’s as simple as that. It’s kind of like being told you have a terminal illness – at first, you deny it, then someday you realize,… Read More »

Time in a Bottle

Time in a Bottle “If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I’d like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you…” (Jim Croce) The other day my youngest son sent me a picture of my granddaughter taking a hike with him in a beautiful… Read More »