Life’s Illusions


Jake was under the impression that there were certain givens in life. Aside from the givens of birth, death, and taxes, that is. Givens like hard work will be rewarded, love conquers all, time heals all wounds, and a whole host of other trite platitudes that Jake accepted as life’s givens.

But as Jake grew older and more and more cynical, one might even say jaded, he learned that those are all illusions. Well, except for birth, death, and taxes, which are all too real.

Jake did work hard most of his life until his company moved the bulk of its jobs, including Jakes, to China and India. He suddenly found himself unemployed and uninsured. Even his pension plan ran out of funds due to poor decisions by management.

Jake was deeply in love with the woman of his dreams. Or was that just love’s illusions he recalled? Shortly after he lost his job and ran out of money, she walked out on him. He found out that love doesn’t, in fact, conquer all. Losing one’s dignity, for example. Another shattered illusion.

That all happened more than two years ago and, despite the passage of time, the wounds still seemed quite fresh to Jake. He was hurting, broke, homeless, and alone.

The good life, Jake thought, was just an illusion. All of Jake’s illusions about what life was supposed to be had been shattered. Yet, despite the hurt and disillusionment, he was still alive. He was still breathing. His heart was still beating. And he knew that his reality, as bad as it seemed, would persist. Somehow, in some way, he would survive.

After all, where there’s a will, there’s a way. At least that’s the illusion Jake chose to embrace.

This post is for today’s One-word prompt, that word being “illusion.”


Stream of Consciousness Saturday — Rein Him In


As we enter the sixth month of the reign of Donald Trump, I fear that there is little that anyone can do to rein this guy in. I’m seriously concerned that this man — this incompetent, blustery buffoon who managed to hoodwink enough Americans to become President of the United States — is going to wreak havoc on our beloved American democracy as well as all around the globe.

To my fellow Americans and to all citizens of the civilized world, we must, somehow, make sure he doesn’t rain on our parade.

This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday weekly prompt. We are tasked with composing a post using the words rain, rein, and/or reign.

Commit to Sanity


Starting today I am making a new commitment to myself.

I am going to commit to stop watching cable news on TV all the time.

I’m going to commit to stop constantly looking at the newsfeed on my iPhone.

I’m going to commit to reading only the sports section of the newspaper.

I’m going to commit to watching only comedy shows on TV, reading only lightweight, “escapist” books, and going to see movies that are not at all political.

I will refrain from engaging in conversations involving current events or politics.

I will commit to maintaining a positive perspective, irrespective of the lunacy that appears to be swirling around us all.

I will commit to my sanity.

This post is my entry into today’s one-word Daily Post using the word “commit.

Rock, Paper, Scissors

IMG_2362Somehow today’s WordPress one-word Daily Prompt didn’t show up on my feed. Therefore, I wrote my own post for the One-word prompt using the word “regrets.” Sadly, no one has even read my homemade prompt post that I made up. So, when I finally found the prompt for the word “paper,” I decided to respond to this one — the “official” one — too.

You’ve played Rock, Paper, Scissors. Who hasn’t? I won’t go into the rules (Google it), but it’s very common among both kids and adults. Some play RPS as a game just to pass the time. Others use it to make decisions, like where to go to dinner, what movie to see, or who gets the house in the divorce.

Fun Fact

But did you know that rock, paper, scissors is also called “Rochambeau” in many parts of the world? Seriously. Google it!

That’s what I learned the name of the game to be when I was a kid and first played it. Because that was what my parents called it. But when I asked my friends if they wanted to play Rochambeau, they had no idea what I was talking about. So I adapted and started calling it rock, paper, scissors, like just about everyone else.

And now you know.



One of my greatest regrets in life was that, growing up and even into adulthood, I was too self-absorbed to ask my parents to tell me about their childhoods, their lives before I was born. I was too busy trying to figure out who I was, wanted to be, and how to I wanted to live my own life to ask them about theirs.

As a first generation American, I missed hearing the tales of their separate journeys from “the old country” to America, how they met after they got here, and how they managed to make it in their new country. I’m sure theirs would have been riveting stories.

But then they were gone and it was too late. I can’t imagine the fascinating and powerful tales I missed out on because of my being so self-centered. What a shame.

My kids are apparently chips off the old block. They seem not to be interested in hearing my stories either. They are too busy trying to figure out who they are, want to be, and how to they want to live their own lives to ask me about mine.

What goes around comes around.

When I posted this, WordPress hadn’t yet posted its daily one-word prompt. So I decided to post my own one-word prompt using the word “regrets.” If anyone else wants to use “regrets” as a one-word prompt, please feel free to do so. And be sure to link to this post via a pingback.

One Continuous Loop


Ever since I retired late last year, I feel as if my life is just one continuous loop. I wake up each morning and have to think about what day it is. Is it Monday? Thursday? Saturday? Does it matter? The days are indistinguishable.

I think I need a hobby. An avocation. Something to break the loop of routine. Before I go absolutely loopy.

This post was written for today’s one word daily prompt.

One-Liner Wednesday — Don’t Shoot the Messenger


“The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it.”

If you haven’t read George Orwell’s book, 1984, in a long, long time — or if you’ve never read it — now is the time to do so. It’s particularly relevant these days when alternative facts (aka, lies) are being presented as valid options for actual facts (aka, the truth) and when real news is called fake and fake news is called real.

When the message offers you the truth, don’t shoot the messenger.

This post is part of the One-Liner Wedesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.