The Life of a Writer
I'm an observer of life. I will always ask you to tell me a story.
A journalism professor taught me I am only as good as my next story.
All great stories have an antagonist, a protagonist and a fair dose of drama.
Alone In The Wet Spot
What I’d give for one more high note and a squeeze of her hand I never imagined that wiping someone’s ass would be an honor. It became one. Although Karen and I
She Was Too Beautiful to Be Homeless
We met at Starbucks, shared our love of the game, and for one night she felt like a person. A few months ago I met a woman at Starbucks. I was stunned when I l
I Had Colon Cancer And The Doctor Caught It Early
My colonoscopy might have saved my life I had a colonoscopy a few weeks ago. In the months leading up to the procedure I was nervous. I’d heard that the cleanse
Plastic Bins and Financial Ruin: The Real Cost of Starting Over
Someday soon she’ll learn that divorce ends with math Libby, my beagle, and I were on an afternoon walk when we saw our neighbor, Abby, carrying clear plas
Single Dads Should Forget Cooking And Feed Their Kids At Restaurants
A lack of culinary skill could result in a daily diet of chicken nuggets Julia Child once said that anyone who was hungry was her friend. When my kids were little they were
The Empty Chair on Floor 8
Sixteen years ago, this was our place. Now, I’m here alone. Today I went to the hospital for my six-month Parkinson’s checkup. As usual, I’d rather spend a week
I Love The Smell of Cigarette Smoke…In Casinos
How cigarettes, flapjacks, and cranberry juice with olives became my wellness plan I love the smell of cigarette smoke. I love the way it gets on my clothes, in my ha
I Was a Single Dad, But I Sorely Lacked the Skills to Be a Mom
They needed ponytails, lice treatments, and someone who knew what it meant to be a girl. I needed help. When my kids were younger, I only got 60 days of visitation per year.
Twilight Rounds, Random Strangers And The Golf Memories I’ll Never Forget
Golf Was Never Just a Game; It Was The Place Where I Belonged Mark Twain wrote that golf is a good walk spoiled. He was wrong. Golf is the best five-mile walk