Walk It Out

  I’ve always said that I like kind, authentic people—people who pour their souls out either in voice or on paper and then say to the world, “This is me, take me as I am.” Without rudeness or pious attitudes, of course. I’ve always said this. Sometimes . . ....

What Are We Becoming?

Today someone told me a story. I listened. And I was thoroughly annoyed by what I heard. Her story repeated an experience of mine nearly verbatim, so here I am in front of an open laptop on a Saturday evening. I won’t repeat what she told me out of respect, but I will...

Do You Remember?

I wrote this late last night when I should have been sleeping. A poem? A thought? An idea? A something…   Do you remember? Because she remembers. She remembers a thunderstorm and back porch sitting and a message that came through under the late-night cover...

The Whys Have It chapter 1

Prologue Fame isn’t as glamorous as people might think. Sure, there’s wealth and notoriety and adoration and access to whatever a person might want. Things like luxury jets, lots of sex, alcohol and drugs if that’s your thing, lavish vacations to places most people...

Eh…life.

It’s early Friday morning, I just woke up, my heart is a bit heavier than usual, and so here I am. I have some things to share on this weekend before book launch day. So I’m going to get those things down on paper here, and then I’m going to (try to) brighten my...