If I am not being creative, I become a lukewarm version of myself and jeopardize my happiness

Charles Bukowski on living the life you aspire to live despite all odds

#Charlottesville

But whatever I am has its source back there…

An empty chamber, black and hollow and alone

The Red Lollipop

El Chupacabra on a Friday night at 1 a.m.

The Man Who Walked Off the Face of the Earth

Where My Father Once Stood

When Depression Comes to the Workplace

Grief Is a Fire, Smoldering

When the nightmares began

Babies Have Soft Spots on Their Skulls

In Phenix, Virginia, I Was Born and Raised

This Is Happiness

Peace of Mind

Ready or Not, Here I Come

It starts with the breath

Gentle, Little Bird

Just Be

It Doesn’t Matter Where We Go

Sleeping Birds Do Not Sing: A Novel (Excerpt)

This Is Me Being Uncomfortable: Episode 004

Do You Not Know How Beautiful You Are?