Chuck A. Stetson
- Location
- Connecticut,
- Birthday
- October 13
- Bio
- she who knows knows and loves me — i am a happy man.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Forget About Ohio
May 21, 2012 04:15PM - Solving the Open Salon Editor
Disappearance
May 18, 2012 12:40PM - Breaking News from OS and
Beyond
May 17, 2012 03:34PM - Too Quiet ...
May 03, 2012 09:32PM - I Can See For Miles and Miles
May 01, 2012 04:44PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “today me and she who
knows had breakfast at the
Landmark
Cafe
I wondered
if the am…”
6:08PM - “Candace ... my thoughts
go out to you and your family
...
peace.”
5:39PM - “a startling
adventure
you've got a
gift
for ham
stories”
5:36PM - “"There it stands by the
fire with its back to the
wall
That old wooden
rocker…”
12:17PM - ““Gonna change my
way of thinking, make my self
a
different set of rules.
Go…”
12:06PM
Chuck A. Stetson's Links
- My Web Links
- Salon.com
The "Mustard Seeds"
How does a blogger get noticed on OS? I'm trying to figure this one out... you know, pondering... probing the old "grey matter" and basically trying to come up with an idea that is conclusive...
So I've been thinking (a most dangerous thing), and decided to throw this, the sum of… Read full post »
Dirty Haiku Thursday-- Oops
Carl Yastrzemski And Me
Dirty Haiku Thursday! Wood.
My Son Adam
Yesterday, I blogged about a ghost who haunted my family. Within the context of my story, I mentioned my son Adam. It’s amazing how a simple thought of what happened to my son’s existence as I knew it then, can become so overwhelming, so frightening, that the thought in itself becomes… Read full post »
A Ghost Story For MiddleAgedWomanBlogging
Ghost? Do they exist? If they do, what do they want? Perhaps they are deceased relatives stopping by for a visit? Or maybe they are remnants of forgotten energy, poor souls stuck in a karmic rut of repetition? The ghost I’m going to write about was none of the above. He’s… Read full post »
My Depression
Why does depression want to be my best friend? On sunny days, it blocks the sun. When I hear a funny joke, it blunts the punch line. When friends talk to me, it garbles their words as if those words are projected through a thick clumpy wall of oatmeal.… Read full post »
Death has laughed at me many times, sometimes from distance, other times slapping me on the shoulder proclaiming, “Ain’t this a hoot?”
Death’s hilarity eludes me. Don’t get me wrong, I love humor, shit, sometimes my humor-mode kicks in when I’m writing, talking to… Read full post »
A Daughter's Prayer
Sarah Rawson couldn’t believe it. Her seven -year old daughter was already in bed, no ten more minutes of television, no sudden need to snack, no pouting cherub face.
“Are you sure the mailman didn’t forget?” Lisa asked.
“No, Honey, he didn’t.”
“Ca… Read full post »
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