My father earned his nickname, Swearing Sid. Read More

When Evelyn, an outfielder for the Rockford Peaches women’s baseball team, misses a throw to the cutoff player, manager Jimmy Dugan unloads on her in a string of very vocal invectives. Screaming, “Who’s team are you playing for?!” he reduces the young woman to tears. Evelyn’s reaction leaves a stunned Jimmy bellowing, “Are you crying?!”… Read More

Cousin Brucie never seemed angry at anyone. Read More

Frustration has been my strongest trigger, especially from interaction with systems I dislike. Read More

  A Donkey On The Edge Okay let’s talk short fuses. Not the kind that light your Marlboro cigarettes on the Fourth of July (although, hey, if you do you – then boo hoo for you.). I’m talking about the human variety, the folks who walk around with tempers simmering just below the surface, like… Read More

The most dangerous thing I ever did was the consequence of the most dangerous occurrence that ever happened to me. Read More

New Jersey has a bit of a reputation problem. Read More

Broken Ankle  I’m the type who tends to play it safe.  In fact I can’t remember any really dangerous deeds done or risks taken. Although I once jumped off an elevated deck thinking the drop down was shorter than it actually was.   It resulted in a compound ankle fracture keeping me wheelchair bound and… Read More

Let me begin by saying that I have not widely shared this story; perhaps I’ve told a handful of people, total, in my entire life. So it is with more than a little trepidation that I share this here, but it fits the prompt perfectly. I thought long and hard before I chose to write… Read More

Halfway up, I got stuck.  I couldn’t see how to get up or down, splayed across the cliff, hanging onto tiny stone ledge finger and toe holds. Read More