Who are you, again?

Red Dwyer

Some of you know I have been missing since early January. If you are not one of them, grab a rocker and a cuppa. Let’s talk.

Dear Pain

Fractal Art

This is likely as close to a group message as I can type.

Dear Sanity

I, Red Dwyer, being of sound mind and frail body, do hereby declare this to be… Wait, I have to put this under oath? Let’s be more rational then, shall we?

Dear Retirement

A Month of Letters

When I was 19 years old, I decided I wanted to retire when I was 35. I missed my date by six weeks because I retired just after my 36th birthday. Retirement has been most everything I thought it would be.

Nay, Neigh, Nay

Fire.

When you hear the hoof beats of a nightmare in your sleep, the heart palpitations match the rhythm.