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.
Part 1 – here Part 2 – here Touching ground at the house’s front stoop, I found release from the stairway’s imaginary vortex. Encasing the doorstep were two walls of lattice, oddly suspended in impossible green ivy – impossible because it was a shade of green only found […]
As the calendar tells the story, today we bid farewell to Summer and greet the Fall. Growing up, Summer was always my favorite season, but I guess that was probably because I disliked school. Now, as an adult and a parent, I find Summer to be the most […]
Part 1 here Photo by Eva the Weaver A straight staircase connected the house to the street, and it appeared much like an arrow, pointing me to the front door; without effort I was upon the steps, three up, then detected movement behind me from the street. I […]
I will spare you any tedious introductions. Just know that I go into this with the assumption that I may be communicating to a group of people who are not real. It’s altogether likely that you are just tricks of my subconscious, wandering about a dream within another […]
“Think I’m going to head to San Francisco in the fall.” a missionary friend told me, years ago. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. I need to get some of that on me.” His wording was often odd like that, but it was never forced – not like he was trying […]
A couple weeks ago marked the 20th year since 24-year-old adventurer, Chris McCandless, died of starvation in the Alaska wilderness. By pure coincidence, I happened to pull up from my Netflix queue the 2007 film “Into The Wild”, which tells the story of Chris’s last couple years on […]
Part 1 Here Photo by Tesla 314 Jimmy jumps up outta his spot that he barely ever leaves – I swear the whole dang house could be on fire, and he’d still have his lazy butt sealed to that dent on the left side a’ the couch, but […]
Image from State Library My roommate is the most insensitive ass ever to curse this corner a’ Carolina. He’s always been a jerk, you know that, but yesterday he pushed me too far. I almost coulda killed that boy he got under my skin so bad. No, I […]
I have some major stuff going on at work this week, so I’m not likely to finish the newest composition as soon as I’d like. I will say that it’s VERY different from anything I’ve ever attempted before. For now, I’m dusting off something that I wrote a […]
Part 1 – here Part 2 – here Part 3 – here The “if I’s” began to play through Abby’s mind. If I live through this, I’m going to let Jack buy the snake he’s been wanting. Compared to all this, a snake in the house won’t seem […]
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