Banish me to a dark corner, chain me to a keyboard, and I will gladly be a word slave. I'd sit there all day, with only an occasional demand for a coffee break.
I'm a would-be (wanna be) author, middle aged, fairly repressed, but extremely BLESSED with an amazing wife and two brilliant boys.
For several years, I've been haunted by images of the starving, drug addicted, victimized teens of the streets. I write about them a lot.
The weight of the vessel – that constant burden of the man downtrodden – it grew more burdensome with each robotic step, steps he felt were prone to multiply with the drudgery of each passing day. There were others, an endless line of downcast souls. You and I, […]
I established a rule for myself when the concept for Faces first rested upon my mind – that rule being that I would not post a story without a face. In other words, if I’m unable to capture a picture of the subject, then I will not consider […]
Beauty will catch you by surprise often times, like the sensation you feel when you were expecting the worst, only to be caught off guard when something wonderful happens. Beauty can be overwhelming to the point of painful – that exquisitely satisfying sort of pain, like the sort […]
My apologies, dear WordPress folk, for the delay in posting this conclusion, and also for my scarcity as a blog follower. I’ve been adjusting to a new medication these past two weeks, and it’s worked some strangeness with my motivation and energy. Indeed, for a time, I wondered […]
I keep this art piece above the computer in my office at work, so I catch sight of it regularly throughout the day. My heart tends to race a bit every time I glance at it, and I’m not sure why. I love this picture. My oldest son […]
This post marks my 100th. That sounds climactic until you consider my first post on this blog is dated October 8th, 2009. Ok, before somebody nominates me for the “Lame, Apathetic Blogger Award”, I should mention that I largely ignored this blog until about eight months ago. Even […]
Working as the takeout specialist at a characteristically busy Olive Garden cannot be an easy job. I worked for several years as a valet driver at the Seatac airport, and it pushed me to sanity’s limits, smiling courteously at people who are at their worst because they’ve been […]
I’m sitting down to write this now because I want to. Certainly, that sounds like a mundane and obvious statement, but bear with me as I explain why I find this basic point noteworthy. These days, I find it exceedingly difficult to see the difference between what I […]
I just polished off the debut novel by blogging superstar, Carrie Rubin. It was out of my grand appreciation for Carrie and her humor blog that I chose to delve into “The Seneca Scourge” right off the heels of finishing Stephen King’s “The Stand”. How many novels about […]
Part 1 Part 2 By the time Rachel reached her destination, the snow and ice had stopped their onslaught. Perhaps the Earth had given up; perhaps Rachel had outlasted her, difficult as it is to grasp such a thing – that the swell of angst in the soul […]
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