Putting the “Vague” in Vaguebooking. Nine Sixteen Twenty-twenty.
I find myself wondering often why I’ve decided this is the year…THIS year of all my now 48 years…why have I decided to go all in on sobriety? Pretty certain […]
I find myself wondering often why I’ve decided this is the year…THIS year of all my now 48 years…why have I decided to go all in on sobriety? Pretty certain […]
It’s normal to live without a crystal clear sense of what’s coming next, thought I had arrogantly convinced myself the majority of my life was at least as set as […]
On days like today, the simultaneous anniversary of Loving Day and the death of Medgar Evers, I don’t think there’s anything I can offer that’s more pertinent or appropriate. Let’s […]
I’m a person who makes lists. It used to be because I love so much to cross things off, but as I age it’s more and more because I forget […]
Hopefully, anyway. I have selfishly allotted myself too long a hiatus from exercising my writing muscles outside of either second guessing what I have down for future novels or editing […]
“Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It’s contrast.” — Virginia Woolf* We all know I love my metaphors. Well, […]
A few years ago I penned a love letter of sorts to Mother’s Day and to my own dear Momma. You can read it here if you’re so inclined. I […]
Like most people I know I’ve spent the last week in ponderance about human on human violence, and specifically the use of firearms in these events. You do even a little […]
In my continuing quest to produce powerful fiction, I’ve left my job of the last two years to return to the relatively predictable world of the restaurant industry. I have […]
“I make a project and I panic. Which is good, it can be a method. First, panic. Second, conquer panic by working. Third, find ways to solve your doubts.” […]