A person can be too sensitive.

This is an oldy, I think it was around 2000. I have a feeling that I was riding the melancholy trolley at the time.

Poem.

To all the women still looking for their macho man. Nice guys don’t finish last, we close the show.

A sneeze or something else?

My beautiful daughter has sensory issues related to taste and smell. She struggled, and actually experienced the feeling of eating what someone else was and would gag if someone ate something that she didn’t like.

No one collects my half-ruined thoughts…

This is a way for me to keep what I knew about my Dad alive. This was part of his eulogy in 1999 when he passed away.

This is a reflection upon sensitivity and the way some show what they are made of by their reactions to other things.

Being a naturally sensitive person, I was expressing how I felt towards certain situations and how they made me feel inside. I am still very sensitive, but I smile a lot more these days.