The man who hated caller ID

This is the story of when my cousin pranked his best friend by posting a For Sale: Vietnamese Pot-Bellied Pigs ad on Craigslist.

A Christmas (Eve) to remember

The Water Sure Is Cold. Deep, Too.

A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words

The Seizure

The First Phone Call

Stephen King comes to Phenix, Virginia

The New Kid

The Music Stops

The Gilliam Shed

Creature from the Black Lagoon

Always Love. Hate Will Get You Every Time

’Twas the day before Christmas

I still see you

A Slight Digression On My Own Experience Starting a Rock Band

How Not To Fry An Egg

Robbie, Junior

The Court

Then and Now: A Brief History of Phenix, Virginia

Welcome to Phenix: A Nice Place to Live

The Ghosts of Childhood

Perhaps You Should See a Counselor

Today Is Not About Me: It’s About the People Who Made Me, Me

Red fire trucks and police cars

The flash mob that wasn’t

Flying death monster from above

My dog was bitten in the face by a squirrel

I fell in love with my wife in high school, but thank goodness we never dated

Polly Was a Fat Dog

My Dad Died, But He Is Not Dead

Episode 5 of This Is Me Being Uncomfortable

I listened to Taylor Swift and my ears did not bleed. Instead, they rejoiced

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

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

Gentle, Little Bird

It Doesn’t Matter Where We Go

Sleeping Birds Do Not Sing: A Novel (Excerpt)