Patience and Loyalty (Love)

I am convinced that I am head-over-heels in love with my wife.

Why else would I indulge her every whim? Her requests for me to forage for food are promptly at five. I always muster my resolve to go to a place that serves healthy food, but the time of day seems to keep my focus on world-famous restaurants, known for their cuisine. McDonald’s is a favorite stop, as is Burger King, Wendy’s or any other establishment equipped with a drive thru. There are days, usually the days we are paid however, when my wife relents to ordering in. She doesn’t appreciate the fine bouquet of a fresh sandwich, delivered to our door. So, Pizza Hut or our neighborhood Italian delivery is on the menu for that night.

I have also come to the conclusion that my wife is obsessed with sweet smells around the bathroom.

She recently purchased something new for the bathroom. It greets me with a spray in my face, every time that I bend down to lift the toilet lid. Annoying? Yes. I often wonder if I am being poisoned with some secret chemical that only she knows about. But then, it couldn’t be any worse than the automatic air freshener that sprays a misty cloud of foul-smelling sweetness, every time that I approach the bathroom mirror in our master bedroom. I’m “maced” in the face, every time that I bend down to open a drawer.

I am constantly accused of being a male.

What is the accusation? That I don’t listen. I pity the poor husband, who is ground down into the proverbial carpet, his mate abrading him like she’s sharpening a knife on a grinding wheel. One can picture those articulated barbs flying as fast as the sparks from the wheel (every time she touches the metal to the stone); each one more damning than the next. The poor fellow winces from each accusation, because he knows in his heart of hearts, that she is correct. I often am gratified by a single barb from my wife…that of me being the “y chromosome”.


A Great Writer, Journalist and Author

Meeting a great writer.


I have had the honor of working with a great writer, journalist and author for more than 6 months. His name is Bill Guthrie. Bill wrote for the Phoenix Gazette, Arizona Journal, Las Vegas Review Journal, and Las Vegas Sun and was publisher of several community newspapers. Bill ghosted two books and published one work of fiction under his own name.

In the time that I have come to know Bill; I have become convinced that he is the last knight in existence.

Bill’s gentle voice, rhetoric, quick wit and use of language is unparalleled. As a student, he is a quick study. As a mentor, I am often left humbled…stumbling for words as I am captured by his stories.

I highly recommend that you visit his blog site. He just put it up, and has already garnered an audience.

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