All posts by Chris Sherwood

I’m completely over winter right now.  Believe me, I know that I’m hardly unique when it comes to that. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to bitch about it though.  I’ve often said that if I could find a place where November and December are cold and snowy, with it all melting and returning to…

This post will be a little different than what I normally put out there. First off.. As you may have read on my most recent ( and last ) Substack post, I’ve decided to leave that platform and put all of my newest writing here on my own website. You can’t read it there anymore…

As I sit down to write this, I’m thinking about a friend of mine whose birthday is today. Well, I still call him friend, though I can’t say what his take on the matter is, because I haven’t heard from him in going on five years. Though we only got together in person a few…

I recently read the news that a woman in a nearby town had passed earlier this year and it produced a moment of sadness as I remembered her.  Truth is, I didn’t know Alice well at all. Aside from one or two conversations, we were strangers to each other. But I remember those conversations, well,…

( vaɪˈsɛniəl ) adjective – lasting twenty years 2025 marks my twentieth year in the band Kilrush. Now, right up front I will concede that there were times where I thought I was done with it and I wasn’t out playing with them. But even during those periods of what I call “my hiatus” I…

Working in the world of education, even on the fringe like I do, has its advantages, one of them being summer vacation. While we have the option to work during the summer, this year finds me taking the time off instead. And it finds me thinking of things to do for the next two months…

I don’t think I have ever mentioned it, but in “real life” I am a school bus driver. It’s a great gig that not only allows me to help pay the bills around here but also allows for plenty of free time for other endeavors such as writing, music, etc.  It also allows for me…

Once upon a time, when I was still a paramedic and we’d just finished a particularly unusual call, I remarked to the E.R. doctor that someday I was going to write a book about what it’s like in that world. “Honey, they’ll never believe it,” she said. And I know now that she was right.…