by PatrickRamseyLPC | Sep 12, 2016 | Commentary, Prose | 0 Comments
The events of 9/11 seem not that long ago to me. I can remember my two reactions when the twin towers were hit by planes. The first one was wondering how bad of a pilot that someone might have to be to hit a building. I’d been walking hall duty when my partner,...
by PatrickRamseyLPC | Sep 9, 2016 | Commentary, Prose | 0 Comments
The forty or so songs I have on my Spotify playlist help me to get through a long run every morning working toward a 10K race. My body screamed for a break toward the very end of my run, and as I lowered my heart rate and breathing, the late Kurt Cobain...
by PatrickRamseyLPC | Sep 6, 2016 | #Inspire180, Prose | 0 Comments
I wrote earlier about my flight from Nantes, France that gave me a sense of freedom hearing the English language. Paris had been a relaxing, fun, adventurous place to visit, but I’d been ready to go back to where I was staying, so I felt relieved to be en route to...
by PatrickRamseyLPC | Aug 12, 2016 | #Inspire180, Prose | 0 Comments
It was the best of flights, it was the worst of transitions. I’m not sure if everyone goes through this emotional experience when they leave the country, but when I was returning from Paris, and then when I was making sure I boarded the plane to return to the...
by PatrickRamseyLPC | Aug 8, 2016 | #Inspire180 | 0 Comments
I sit watching my youngest child, now eight years old, playing a game on his Xbox that he and his brother got a few years go, and the game displays a bizarre mix of Aladdin, Dory and Nemo all on the grass behind some castles. The game really shows my age...
by PatrickRamseyLPC | Aug 4, 2016 | #Inspire180, Prose | 0 Comments
When I arrived at the airport and my ex and kids picked me up a couple of weeks ago, I got first-hand experience of what PokemonGo was like. It was requested that I make one stop at the airport and probably two or three other stops, including one at the Southwest...
by PatrickRamseyLPC | Aug 4, 2016 | Prose | 0 Comments
Police sirens ring throughout Paris as I sit in shade by the Place of the Bastille at a busy intersection. The memorial of the French Revolution was not a far walk from Charlie Hebdo, and I cannot help but think of “the violence inherent in the system,”...
by PatrickRamseyLPC | Aug 4, 2016 | #Inspire180, Prose | 0 Comments
Waking up in fresh air is not something I’ve done for a long time, at least in a house. Certainly not on a hotel. But where I’m staying is not like a hotel, rather more like what I’ve heard people describe a hostel to be like, complete with a...
by PatrickRamseyLPC | Aug 4, 2016 | #Inspire180, Prose | 0 Comments
It’s time to begin playing catch-up with Laurie Sutton’s Instagram project. Around Father’s Day, I began writing a piece to go with her word for that week (I don’t even remember now what it is), and I found myself having trouble because my adopted father and I, as...
by PatrickRamseyLPC | May 31, 2016 | Prose | 0 Comments
I sat patiently in the church sanctuary that had been chosen as the talent show venue for the students at my oldest son’s school while he and his young friends prepared to sing a group song they had been practicing for the talent show. A nine year-old, he...