475 Words. 2 Minute Read.

I want to feel Duane and Dickey’s git-tars glide through my brain like a hawk in a thermal … while booze poisons my bloodstream.

445 Words. 2 Minute Read.

Every artistic cell in my body is suffocating. I’ve deteriorated into a myopic lunatic, an animatronic milquetoast obsessed with work.

1,940 Words. 8 Minute Read.

A friend from high school recently became a mailman in his mid-forties. My first thought was, “That lucky son of a bitch.”

512 Words. 2 Minute Read.

My daughter turned sixteen today… hard to believe. I gave her sixteen books for her birthday, most used, along with the following letter explaining the choice of books.

852 Words. 3 Minute Read.

I scuttled through the kitchen, my wool socks lazily skating over the hardwood floors like Snoopy on a frozen lake, until I opened the Frigidaire and saw the one thing that brings me gastronomical joy – eggnog.