Road Trip
They said this was a time of uncertainty. But the mountains stood there, certainly enough. Continue reading “Road Trip 2020”
They said this was a time of uncertainty. But the mountains stood there, certainly enough. Continue reading “Road Trip 2020”
When I first moved to NYC awhile back, I’d heard of a band called, “Homesick for Space.” I loved the name because there was never enough room for anything in New York, and I thought that everyone who lived there was probably homesick for space. Continue reading “Homesick for Space”
In my mind I see a sculpture of a giant ball of twine. It’s huge and made of concrete, and it sits there sturdy and unmoving, like a menace, yet comforting.
New York is great because no one’s going to tell you, “You can’t do it.” Everything goes in New York. Everything is possible.
Continue reading “New York is Full of Warriors and Possibilities”
Do you ever stop and think about how fortunate you are? I mean, really stop and drink it in? When someone you love is sick or getting divorced or has lost a job, it is easy to feel appreciation for what you have by comparison. Or if it’s you going through one of those things, you know very keenly how much you want it to be over as soon as possible.
Here’s a piece of very short fiction I wrote. It’s me, reading it aloud. Continue reading “Motivational Speech”
Writing has always been my path to sanity, something to soothe the gremlin-like thoughts which try to convince me that they are the whole of me.
Yesterday, I drove over the river from Missouri and across the entire state of Kansas and into Colorado, and the sky spoke in 360 degrees.