My experience with the Rock Voices was pretty lukewarm. I had introduced myself to people around me at rehearsals. I tried to engage with...

I was showing a friend, a coworker, how to see houses on Google maps the other day. She was excited. We looked at her house in England,...

I saw Mary Poppins Returns yesterday and I have mixed emotions. Mary Poppins was my favorite movie growing up. And as an adult it still...

So here’s my list for 2019. Everyone needs a list, I’m big on lists. So much to be done; this list barely touches my goals. 1. To finish...

This is my third attempt at starting/middling/ending this essay. The first two drafts just sort of disappeared. The writing program got...

When I was a kid, we’d sing the song there’s a hole in the bucket. There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, There’s a hole in...

I annoy people at Christmas. I don’t celebrate, I don’t buy in. It’s too much to buy. Life is complicated enough without the stress of a...

Originally posted August 2016, but still so very relevant in content. The great enemy of truth is very often not the lie–deliberate,...

Josh is my grandson, a budding writer, and he wants to write regularly. As every writer knows the best way to become a better write is to...

Don Cox was in the hospital. If the images in your mind have been influenced by ER and The Good Doctor, you would be right. He was...

Our Tree Not long after I bought my first house in Northern Virginia, my then significant other found a tiny maple sapling in the scruffy...

As I watch the snow fall Deep, thick, cold I think about the homeless Cold and alone under Bridges icing first. As I drive country roads...

Originally posted February, 2011. Like stories about Ryan, posts about Quinn went on for quite some time, look for future Quinn stories....

38yrs ago today, at roughly the 6am hour, I rose from my bed, walked down the stairs, flipped the power to the stereo on. John Lennon’s...

As I drive up over the crest and start down the long hill, my pulse quickens at the the sight of the sun-brightened waves. Calm or...

That’s a thing. Angry white men. They are furious that the world doesn’t belong to them anymore. Poor babies. Not all white men, but...

Over the last few years, in the classes I teach, I have started each lesson with a review of current world economic events since the...