One of the most memorable nights of my life with my cousin Gary involved a urinal at a now defunct bar in Charlottesville.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Sometimes it’s worth far more.
I had a panic attack while at work today and my heart tried to explode out of my chest.
A grand mal seizure reveals something more dire: anaplastic oligodendroglioma.
My phone rang. A familiar voice spoke with a sense of urgency. “Jeremiah is in the hospital.”
Stephen King terrorized my childhood in the 1980s. I’m pretty sure he (and It) terrorized your childhood too.
Think of your ideal reader as the recipient of a personal letter. Not the reader of a full length book.
At first, I didn’t like the new kid. I resented him actually. That would all change in time as Jeremiah grew to be one of the best friends I would ever have.
No one ever said this would happen. That it could happen.
Or, how I got that really cool scar on my left elbow
A prehistoric creature lurks in the waters. A creature from the black lagoon.
Chuck Schumer misspeaks. Or, does he?
“Hammond, after careful consideration, I’ve decided not to endorse your park.”
What Martin Luther King, Jr. taught more than sixty years ago still rings true today. Dare we learn from the past?
The robins run afoot then stop on a dime, sifting.
Love serves others. The motivation of anger is almost always self-serving.
“It is the best of humanity that goes out to walk.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
Learn to use fear as motivation. Don’t let fear stop you in your tracks.
The calm of Christmas Eve.