Chuck Perrin

One of the books I learned to love in my formulative college years was Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha. It had all the elements an adolescent dreamer required: the spiritual journey and search for life’s meaning, leaving behind all family, possessions, and personal baggage, to find your true self. One of the book’s great metaphors is the… [ read more ]

today I walked around filling my pockets with rocks – ballast to hold me on the ground so I won’t get sucked out of this world, another body sent to the zombie parking lot t h o u g h my mouth has become a thunderstorm and steady breaths have given way to miserable moans… [ read more ]

Since I’ve blogged about my dad a few times since his stroke in mid June, I feel compelled to let you know that he died peacefully this morning. Although it’s a relief to know he is no longer struggling with the debilitating aftereffects of the stroke – something I know he didn’t relish – it’s… [ read more ]