The Chris Chronicles
The book is finished!
The book is done! Check out the Bookshelf to order your copy. The new, final edition offers over 70 full color photos and is available at all online resellers.
Signed or unsigned copies of the book can also be ordered directly through me.
The Coffee Chronicles
This is really where it all began. In 2001, I created a website and started writing columns. It was Pretty and me in an apartment in Maryland, searching for purpose and mercy. Well, I was searching for purpose and mercy; Pretty was searching for new napping places. Pretty now naps beyond the rainbow bridge. Me? Still searching. But I am getting closer to purpose, not so much the mercy.
As I relearn how to adjust my website, I am refocusing away from “An Odyssey Through Covid America.” It is still all here. You can find a link to all of the original material above.
Now? On to next.
I began a podcast, “Let’s Get Naked About Mental Health” where I dive deep into my mental health journey. I try to be an authentic voice to help people understand themselves and loved ones who struggle.
The next book is in progress as well.
I have gotten more into videos and am using social media to have fun and entertain. People find my misadevtures as fun as my adventures. I do as well.
You are welcome to follow along.
The Coffee Chronicles
Into the Deep End
Special intro that I will be taking out once I post this. If you are on my email list, you get this automatically. I think. I am wrestling with the email thingie so really have no idea. I am writing again, redoing my website, refocusing it and I'll be adding content...
Part One: Foreword
Is this thing still working? Do I still have subscribers? Anyway... A project that has been on my mind since I first thought of my road trip through Covid America was a Coffee Table type book, just a surface swim through my experiences and less than ideal photography...
Deeper into Aloha
From Peter Gabriel’s “Mercy Street.” Let’s take the boat out Wait until darkness Let’s take the boat out Wait until darkness comes Let’s take the boat out and contemplate the one word in the translation of “aloha” that never seemed to fit, but it seems more and more...
Morning Reflections
This is just WEIRD. I'm sipping my coffee at 7am. In case you don't know, I'm not a morning person. I have NEVER been a morning person. For 48 years, through grade school, high school, college, jobs and careers, I always slept in--the Drill Sergeants had a little bit...
Breaking the Yellow Tape
This is my final battle ground. I know the names of my demons. I know their features, their smell, their habits and hiding places. I know their attack patterns. This one, though, I do not know. And it has stalked me all of my life. Recent events had me move my office...
Finding a Foundation
Who am I? Right now, I’m just a very exhausted person coming out of a deep depression. I am very old man. If you do the math, I’m about 648? A very long time ago, in an apartment in West Philly, a friend mentioned something that stuck with me. He said it seemed like I...
Constructs and Fishbowls
I was talking to a group of millennials the other day who were sharing a house a West Philly. I enjoy talking to millennials: the way they look at things and the pure entertainment value far, far exceeds the annoyance. But they were trying to explain to me that age is...
Chapter One: The Time to Write
[An aside: Before anybody thinks about picking up the phone and 302'ing me, don't. Keep in mind. I am writing a book. I am writing in the moment (or from the past). I am getting naked. It is hard, it is painful, but there is also purpose and hope involved which I will...
Introduction: a Cattle Chute, a Cat, a Kiss, a Conversation and a Song
Does the introduction come before the foreword or vice versa? Anyway… Let’s get naked! I mean, nobody else is going to write about this crap. I have read articles and clinical pieces and short essays on depression, but nothing that really gets naked about it, reveals...
Dragonfly Wings
Grief can be such a powerful thing. I’ve seen the passing of a loved one destroy people, and even kill them. I never know what to say, what to do, how to act. “My thoughts are with you and your family” seems such a paltry thing. It is even harder when they die too...
From the Depths
[I actually wrote this one a few months ago. I sometimes wonder why I hit "publish," but then I remember that I need to look at myself in a mirror and this is it. And I wonder if by others looking at me looking at myself in the mirror, I can find some usefulness for...
Embrace the Moon
Embrace the life and memories, a cousin wrote to me. Embrace the moon and good thoughts of life. Sound advice. Good advice. And like all of the advice I receive, I try. I push out from this cocoon of sadness and hurt. Grasp at the life, the memories, the moon and...
Coffee Gallery
