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Category: Journal
Are You Off the Wall?
Yesterday was a bit of a nostalgic day in our house. Especially for Sandra. After months of putting it off, she finally decided she was ready to treat herself to a brand new pair of Vans shoes. Not that it was a momentous occasion mind you, but Sandra doesn’t often splurge on fun things for… Continue reading Are You Off the Wall?
When a Missed Opportunity Isn’t
The sand was cold. Like make your toes numb kind of cold. The air was chilly too. You could tell it was fall or that summer’s run of warm nights had at least come to an end. That’s kind of how the day started. We were walking toward the ocean. Mother Ocean. It was quiet,… Continue reading When a Missed Opportunity Isn’t
The Quandry of Writing a Query Letter
Anyone who knows me well knows two things; I’m very sentimental about tradition. I absolutely hate the phrase “That’s the way we’ve always done it” (a.k.a. Sometimes I really hate tradition.) It’s kind of a paradox or an oxymoron or something. Whatever. The point is tradition has its place. Until it doesn’t anymore. I’ve realized… Continue reading The Quandry of Writing a Query Letter
AT&T Park, San Francisco, CA. | A Micro-Adventure
Eight Hundred and Fifty Five Miles. Forty Six Hours. One City. Our goal was clear. AT&T Park, San Francisco, California. Boston Red Sox versus San Francisco Giants. Monday, August 19. Sandra and I had talked about driving up to see a game for some time, but had just never done it. You know how life… Continue reading AT&T Park, San Francisco, CA. | A Micro-Adventure
Being a Bystander Will Only Accomplish Watching Other People Achieve Their Goals
In 2008 I set out to write a book. I’d been living with the characters and portions of the story for some time. But for years I just didn’t have the discipline to sit down and write a novel. Thousands and thousands of words. The task seemed daunting. Of course, looking back I wish that… Continue reading Being a Bystander Will Only Accomplish Watching Other People Achieve Their Goals
This is What Dogs Feel Like at the Pound
The truth is I was early. By like thirty five minutes. So the fact that I was left waiting isn’t anyone’s fault but an eager junior airline pilot and maybe a tailwind screaming out of the Southeast. Hey, I was in the Southeast and I was screaming to get out of there too. Ha ha… Continue reading This is What Dogs Feel Like at the Pound
A (Not-So) Fond Memory of the Little White Coat
I broke my arm while skateboarding as a teen. The initial fall, at the world famous Upland Pipeline skatepark (albeit in one of the small pools), wasn’t painful. It was just, well…shocking. I dropped into the pool and my board came out from underneath, sending me flying backward. I did what most people would do… Continue reading A (Not-So) Fond Memory of the Little White Coat
Oh Ye, Oh Ye, Oh Ye | The World Needs More Town Criers
I’m pretty much easily amused. Seriously. For any of you three readers out there who also happen to follow me on Instagram (or Twitter or Facebook for that matter) you will by now already know that I was firefly (or as I was repeatedly corrected “lightning bug”) hunting last night to no avail. Instead, I… Continue reading Oh Ye, Oh Ye, Oh Ye | The World Needs More Town Criers
Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff | A Tale of Southern Humidity
I’m in the south where, seriously, the humidity is a problem. I mean, come on. It’s like this all summer? Wow. How do you do it? Yes, you. I’m talking to you. Reader #3. Sitting there. Sweating. And maybe drinking some sweet tea. So maybe the South isn’t all bad. Which, actually, I’ve found it… Continue reading Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff | A Tale of Southern Humidity
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