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- 3 Reasons We Were Meant to be Together
- A brief history of Anti-Lou
- A Christmas (Eve) to Remember
- A Father’s Letter To His Children
- A Greater Plan: A Son Remembers His Dad on Father’s Day
- A List of Things I Dislike Strongly Yet Would Still Prefer Do Than Wrap a Christmas Present
- A Little Piece of Shauna’s Heart
- A Peaceful Walk Down By the Water; Or, A Fish Hook to the Groin
- A Pocket Knife From My Grandfather
- A Slight Digression On My Own Experience Starting a Rock Band
- An Empty Chamber, Black and Hollow and Alone
- An open letter to my suburban neighbors on the state of my sanity
- Are You Comfortable Driving a Tractor?
- Author Insights: Writing a Book Is a Very Different Experience Than Reading a Book
- Author Insights: Writing Is a Lonely Endeavor, and Yet It’s Not
- Babies Have Soft Spots on Their Skulls
- Birds of One Feather
- Book Update: Two
- But whatever I am has its source back there…
- But When You Give a Feast, Invite the Poor, the Crippled, the Lame, the Blind
- Cal Meets Leon Phelps the Cat (When the Lights Go Out at 10:16)
- Calm the Negative Voice in Your Head; or, My Son Urinated on a Toilet Seat and Couldn’t Be More Proud of Himself
- Contemplating Death and the Fragility of Life
- Creature from the Black Lagoon
- Do I Pack for My Dad’s Funeral?
- Do You Not Know How Beautiful You Are?
- Down by the Water
- El Chupacabra on a Friday night at 1 a.m.
- Episode 5 of This Is Me Being Uncomfortable
- Fish Swim Forth and Stay
- Flying death monster from above
- Gentle, Little Bird
- Grief Is a Fire, Smoldering
- Handwritten Notes While Eating Alone
- Hello, Anxiety. I Know You Are There
- Hi, My Name is Jeff, and I Suffer from Anxiety
- How Not To Fry An Egg
- How to Make a Grown Man Cry
- I Cry Myself to Sleep at Night Sometimes
- I feel like a failure every time I sit down to write
- I fell in love with my wife in high school, but thank goodness we never dated
- I Love You So Much, I’m Eating Sardines
- I Started Writing Poetry Again; Or, A Brief, Soul Crushing History of Working In a Bagel Shop
- I Still See You
- I Was Not Mauled or My Face Eaten Off by a Territorial Bear
- I’ve been thinking about my own mortality a lot lately
- If I am not being creative, I become a lukewarm version of myself and jeopardize my happiness
- In Phenix, Virginia, I Was Born and Raised
- In response to Phenix Being Named to the 10 Small Towns In Virginia Where You’d Never Want To Live
- It Doesn’t Matter Where We Go
- Let It Wayne
- Letter to my Grandmother
- Lord, Help Me Be the Person My Dog Thinks I Am
- May 21 Is My Dog’s Birthday, Not the Day My Dad Died
- My Dad Died, But He Is Not Dead
- My dog was bitten in the face by a squirrel
- One bacon, egg, and cheese bagel later
- Overcoming Anxiety: An Introduction
- Overcoming Anxiety: Meet the Author
- Overcoming Anxiety: What is Anxiety?
- Polly Was a Fat Dog
- Raw Potatoes
- Red fire trucks and police cars
- Robbie, Junior
- Sleeping Birds Do Not Sing: A Novel (Excerpt)
- Snapping Green Beans with Granny
- Something Doesn’t Feel Right
- Text Messages with Friends: The Longtime Friend
- The Accidental Book
- The birds and the bees
- The Court
- The flash mob that wasn’t
- The Ghosts of Childhood
- The Jeremiah Hamlett Memorial Scholarship Fund, and how this blog will help fund it up to $10,000
- The Junk Drawer of My Childhood
- The Lady Next Door
- The Last Leaf
- The Man Who Walked Off the Face of the Earth
- The many benefits of being sick—no, really
- The Novel That Wasn’t a Novel; or, A Memoir About Paranoid Schizophrenia, Friendship, and Goodbyes
- The Red Lollipop
- The Sound of His Voice, Mumbled and Deep
- The Way I Love You
- Then and Now: A Brief History of Phenix, Virginia
- There’s Always a Reason to Laugh
- This Great Big Scary Thing
- This is Happiness
- This Is Me Being Uncomfortable: Episode 004
- This Is Me Being Uncomfortable: Seasonal Affective Disorder (Ep. 003)
- Thoughts From My Grandmother’s Funeral; or, This is Not Sad, Depressing Commentary
- Today Is Not About Me: It’s About the People Who Made Me, Me
- True Facts from the Small Town of Phenix, Virginia: The Aces
- Two Simple Words
- We None Truly Ever Die
- Welcome to Phenix: A Nice Place to Live
- What’s In a Name: Why I chose the title I did for the memoir I am writing
- When Depression Comes to the Workplace
- When Geese Attack; or, How I Almost Got My Ass Kicked by a Canadian Goose
- When the nightmares began
- Where My Father Once Stood