About the author…

“I want you to know me. But I hate myself for it.”

I said that to someone many years ago trying to sound deep and world-weary and maybe battle-scarred.

I was full of shit.

Now not so much. In fact as a man in his 30’s and one who has lived a life that has left me world-weary, battle-scarred and occasionally deep (though that generally only happens by accident, even a broken clock is right twice a day).

So who am I?

I am a parent of a little girl who is the center of my universe. This has changed me in ways I never knew possible. Years of empty self-centered living were changed in the instant I was handed a little girl. That is the surface thing mostly. In depth she has shown me how to love without reservation, to give when you don’t have anything left to give and how to watch the world and see it new. And she makes me feel whole, like all these scars and missing parts are just edges of something beautiful. And she is beauty personified.

Eleven weeks after my daughter’s birth my father died. For every night there is a dawn it could be said. But the inverse is true as well. For every dawn the sun must set. And in that moment his heart stopped mine shattered. After years of addiction, abuse and chaos on both sides of our angry and confusing fence we were coming to an agreement to look each other in the eye as men. And as fathers. Then it all sort of…Fell down. And the coming back and putting back together has been the hardest thing in my life. And truth is I am only good on odd-numbered days. But I am better.

As for the stuff inside. Well here’s the deal ol’ hoss…I write this thing here to share that, because nothing is ever really well described in just a few words. I am honest, I believe in God, I am misanthropic, I am lonely, I am sexual, I am a troubadour, I am artistic, I am clever, I am stupid, I am the teller of great tales, I am your darkest fear and I am your greatest desire. I am like many other of  inhabitants of this great blue ball. And I guess I simply live to survive my paradoxes.

I like it that way.

My name Is Jeffery Ronald Romanovitch. Take the trip with me. It’s far too long a journey to go alone.

You can always email me if commenting is too public…

Email J.R. Romanovitch

5 responses

  1. A

    I’ve read this more than once, and I will say this. You, as a man, never cease to amaze me. Maybe I don’t say the right things all the time, but that needed to be said.

    December 13, 2010 at 8:51 pm

  2. a.t. johnston

    well, dude, i just totally randomly encountered this whilst searching alley images, & i read a bit & i read the thing under yer r.johnson quote. i would do well to say more, but i’ve bookmarked yer page & ahl return & read more & prolly say more. thanx fer sharing & for well-wishing. all blessin’z, -@

    February 12, 2011 at 9:43 am

  3. You have a beautiful voice and I hope you return to writing again.

    May 5, 2011 at 11:33 pm

  4. cindi

    I too have found you through image searches. I see that you would be taking a break from writing. That’s too bad. I like what I have read.
    Also, I must ask, if the alley image with the cat is yours. I am in need of one like it for a project for school/a band. If you still read responses to your blog, I would greatly appreciate it if you would let me know, or know whose pic it is.
    Best to you.

    March 11, 2012 at 5:24 pm

    • That image doesn’t belong to me. I can’t recall where I found it.

      Thank you for the compliment. I am slowly inching back into writing lately. Nothing really worth seeing yet.

      March 11, 2012 at 5:34 pm

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