I smell the charred pan fried edges of a bologna burger and the burnt rubber tires of an amateur race car driver spinning out in Turn 3 and the body stench and beer sweat pouring out of a race fan…
We were teenagers: 13, 14, 15 when the random thought came to us. I’m not sure who had the idea. I think it was Jeremiah, but it may have been Robbie. I’m fairly certain it wasn’t me. Let’s go running.…
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.
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.
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.
What Martin Luther King, Jr. taught more than sixty years ago still rings true today. Dare we learn from the past?
Love serves others. The motivation of anger is almost always self-serving.
Learn to use fear as motivation. Don’t let fear stop you in your tracks.
The calm of Christmas Eve.
A conversation with my dad about sexual intercourse. A free verse poem.
What May 21 means in my life
He’d grin. Then eat at it like an apple.
I wrote a book, by accident
“If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don’t bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get…