Category Archives: Writing

“I think when you become a parent you go from being a star in the movie of your own life to the supporting player in the movie of someone else’s.” ― Craig Ferguson, American on Purpose: The Improbable Adventures of an Unlikely … Continue reading →

“It’s seemed like yesterday, but it was long ago. Jane was lovely she was the queen of my nights. There in the darkness with the radio playing low…” The familiar song blasted out from his iPod’s tiny white headphone speakers. … Continue reading →

I like Self-Help books. I’ve read a bunch of them.  And you want to know how many of them have changed my life? Zero. Not because they’re bad books. Some of them are full of brilliant advice.  No, they haven’t … Continue reading →

The ground was littered with beads, cups and other assorted colorful debris from the night before. The good times had rolled. Now it all had to be cleaned up. It was Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent. The party was … Continue reading →

The brown dog stared at his master.  It wasn’t just because the man was eating but also because the man was so incredibly dense. How could a creature who was supposed to be so “evolved” miss the point of life? … Continue reading →

The old, rusty Honda station wagon crossed the bridge and pulled into the Welcome Center parking lot.  When it had traveled over the big muddy river, he knew he was home. Home. A place where he hadn’t been in over … Continue reading →

The big yellow school bus dropped off its most valuable cargo. The mom watched as her son Danny ran up the sidewalk and through the front door.  She greeted him and asked him how his day was.  “Fine,” was about … Continue reading →

The garage door went up and then went down. The 43-year-old man sat in his old car, unable to muster the strength to unlock its door and head inside.  It had been a terrible day at work. How could explain … Continue reading →

Some life lessons aren’t learned in self-help books.  At the age of eight, Mike Franks learned the key to survival the hard way in the waters off of Destin, Florida. In the summer of 1988, the Gulf of Mexico had … Continue reading →

In an old 1970’s-style ranch house in an older part of town were two green recliners.  Both showed considerable wear from many years of constant use.  Only one had a person sitting in it.  A man in his mid-60’s sat … Continue reading →