
I have written a lot of crap in my quest to become a readable writer. Throughout that process, I kept every crappy manuscript my Brother typewriter generated. For years, they moved with me from place to place, state to state,…
A moment of realization, that little spark that sets the light bulb off in you head.
As we get older, we take inventory of our lives. During this reflection, we find holes created by those people who have slipped into our past. Someone else cannot fill these holes. It’s not that these holes are painful, or…
I wrote a piece a couple of weeks ago called “If only I could go back…” that made the claim that you could not fold space and time. I think I discovered a scenario where this is possible. Last night…