Category Archives: Writing

The moment my kids have been waiting for all day (my wife and me, too) : FOO FIGHTERS! One of if not my favorite FOO FIGHTERS song: Walk. It’s gotten me through many early mornings driving to work. I can … Continue reading →

The red clouds reflected off the steel gray water of the reservoir’s calm water.  A slight breeze from the north caused small, rippled waves that bothered no one but a handful of mallards who were resting their wings.  The breeze … Continue reading →

The young performer sat on the stage, dejected after a terrible performance. It had been a horrible night. The rows of chairs in front of him were now empty. So was his heart. Dejected, he thought briefly about quitting. About … Continue reading →

The Moon had a millenniums-long crush on the Earth — but could do nothing about it. He tried to tug at her heart but instead pulled her tides. He glowed from the sun’s rays  to light her on dark nights … Continue reading →

Cupid sat on the bench frustrated.  “No one believes in love any more,” he mumbled to a half-interested pigeon (who thought the winged cherub was a third cousin.) Cupid has spent the day trying to get Speaker John Boehner and … Continue reading →

I want a James Bond car. A silver, missile-firing, ejection-seat equipped Aston Martin James Bond car. One where I can shoot oil slicks out the back and have a bullet-proof shield (hey, I’ve already had one car blown up from … Continue reading →

The full moon had chased the shadows behind the trees — Nighttime had turned to day.  The normally inky black sky nearly looked blue. A young button buck munched on fresh clover along the side of the two-lane Mississippi highway.  An … Continue reading →

My comments about the game and the commercials from last night: Indy has an awesome stadium. When I was in college, Bud Light Platinum was the rich guy to using his dad’s Platinum credit card to buy the keg. Twelve … Continue reading →

The buildings loomed over the small city park like giant concrete redwoods. It was high-noon and the warm spring sun shined brightly on the yellow plastic playground.  Children’s sing-song voices drowned out the cars and buses passing by.  A man … Continue reading →

Pam Grant stood in the pouring rain. Her running outfit was cold, wet and clingy. Her shoes and socks were soaked. She could’ve easily gone home and been warm and dry but didn’t.  Pam Grant was there to prove something. … Continue reading →