Tag Archives: life

Making another Grave

I am just now returning from burying my last grandparent. My last one ever. For those of us that are adopted we tend to take our future bonds seriously and we hold onto them religiously. For some of us our adopted blood becomes our blood, or at least we allow ourselves to feel that way.… Read More »


I know people that read my blog have been waiting for me to say something profound on death and life. Honestly I have nothing inspiring to say today. All I am left with is a deep appreciation for family, love, and the blessing of knowing what love and family mean to me. They mean everything… Read More »


I can’t believe this Shoney’s is closed! Nooooooo!!!!

Daily Denver

A Silent Scream

In Afghanistan, a young soldier lies on the ground alone. His blood is seeping through his fingers as he tries to hold his life in for just a bit longer. His last thoughts are of his family, the love for his mother, and his loyalty to a country that has hated him since he got… Read More »

“Jason is a white person’s name… you can’t be Asian!”

I have heard it all. I had a recruiter look at me hard for a full three minutes and say “are you sure you are Jason Cushman?” I of course looked down at my hand like I was reading something and then looked up and said “yep, it is still Jason Cushman.” Honestly I like… Read More »

Blogging – Writing Shorts

I write shorts on this blog. There are three bloggers I follow that I consider examples of “purest bloggers.” They are Linda@ http://lindaghill.wordpress.com/, HW@ http://holisticwayfarer.com/, and Doobster@ http://mindfuldigressions.com/ (he is retired). I do not mean the term purest blogger in a derogatory way, in fact I consider it the ultimate compliment. These three bloggers write well… Read More »

Writing Tears

Writing tears in the dark. How lonely my pen feels as it quests across the page in search of an original thought. I chase them, thoughts… ever searching for a connection. Hoping still to break certain lines of thought. They crack under the weight of my scrutiny and turn in upon themselves to try and… Read More »

My pen

I dip my pen into my soul and sacrifice a little of myself for the next page. Realizing a sense of pain with each letter, I still feel a sense of satisfaction like a cutter upon completion. My pen, my baton with which I orchestrate my thoughts and funnel them onto a screen. Through dancing fingers… Read More »

Island Mine

You wish to make me an island. Setting me apart from those that are like me, could be like me. An oar-less boat parts from quickly distancing shore. I wave goodbye to those that are and part to where I am meant to be. An island to myself, a place to be myself, an island mine. I… Read More »