Category Archives: Writing

When my oldest son was 10, I took him with me on a speech as a reward for straight A’s. This was during the BP oil spill, and the casino where I was speaking was nearly deserted. Heck, the whole … Continue reading →

I was trying to think of what the boys and I could get Amy for Mother’s Day. Here are a few things that rattled from my brain: 1. A George Foreman Grill. 2. A Cup of Nightcrawlers and a Zebco … Continue reading →

You’re crossing a street. Traffic is coming. You stop and panic. Do you blame the cars for coming at you? Do you complain how far it is to the other side? Do you lie down and feel sorry for yourself? … Continue reading →

May is Skin Cancer Awareness month. Thanks to being diagnosed with Malignant Melanoma, I’m aware of if every single day. You should be, too. Melanoma (cancer of the melanocyte — what gives you pigment) is deadly and difficult to treat … Continue reading →

I looked around at the parents. Many of them I recognized — we have been together as a group for a decade now. We’re grayer, bigger, balder and of course, older. So are out kids. The kindergarten munchkins now are … Continue reading →

The staff buzzed around the set, tying up loose ends before the show came back from commercial break. One of the band members sneezed causing the host to joke, “Do that again and I’ll kill you.” The audience laughed — … Continue reading →

The tide came in. Gulls played along the blue-green surf. Foam tickled the feet of the little girl playing along the water’s edge. She dug with purpose, building a sugar-white sand fort. “This castle will be where I meet my … Continue reading →

Rhythmically, I can’t walk and chew gum. Musically, I’m lazy but can play piano by ear. I’m also a decent harmonica player — but no Fingers Taylor. But music is very important to me. I appreciate and, at times, idolize … Continue reading →

The smell, the sound of my feet sinking in the muck and the sight of destruction burned into my brain. A cold rain fell that December morning. Ninety yards away was the sleeping Mississippi Sound. In between was complete and … Continue reading →

I’ve seen the word “fat shaming” thrown around a lot lately. One promise I can make you is that I won’t ever fat shame. The plank in my eye is too big. (come to think of it, so is my … Continue reading →