Stephen Metcalfe

(written in 2016) To all my fellow artists, friends and cohorts. You have no idea what you’ve been missing.  I… wait for it… went to the rodeo last night.   It was my son’s idea.  Some friends from his job were going and he wanted to go too.  I wasn’t sure.  My son has high functioning…

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Fact.  In my late sixties, I’ve recently concluded that I’ve never worked a day in my entire life.   I’ve certainly had employment.  In my so-called “youth”, I bartended, bused tables and taught tennis and squash but though it paid the rent, did it count as work?  No, not really.  Busing and bartending seemed like a…

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One thing about getting older is, if you’re being honest with yourself, you have to admit you don’t have an overwhelming desire to be young again.  This is not to say you wouldn’t mind the energy and idealism of youth, it’s just to say there’s a growing feeling of “thank goodness I don’t have to…

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I wrote this about fifteen years ago but the idea that we be there for one another, that we provide hope, seems even more timely now. * As I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder and harder time with the concept of hope.    Read too much.  Too many newspapers.  Too much internet. Too many news…

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  I’ve heard it said that guilt is anger turned inward.    I’ve read that guilt is caused by condemning yourself for being angry and inhibiting the natural expression of that anger. I am one pissed off guy. I am inordinately self-involved (would I be writing about myself all the time if I wasn’t?).    Yet, my…

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