A student writes a fantastic piece of how their grandfather use to take them fishing on summer mornings. How standing
Stories Told. Lives Changed.
I’m sitting in a waiting room, waiting to get a brain MRI when Jim Croce’s “I’ve Got a Name” begins
On August 9th the living room would not stop spinning. Lying down, sitting or standing it doesn’t matter. It was
Society has conditioned men to dismiss any and all vulnerabilities. Since men identify vulnerability as a weakness, they often don’t
The Man with the Hole in His Brain- Chapter 2 It is not the critic who counts; not the man
This week’s publication is dedicated to my friend and fellow writer Deb Dauer, who recently passed away from complications caused
I turn 38 this week. And with official entrance into the late-thirties rodeo, I’ve finally gained enough confidence to admit
This week marks two years of showing up, sitting down and writing–everyday. Some days I pumped out thousands of words.