Being a father to two minors was the single must rewarding gig I’ve ever had.
My neck of the woods experienced some serious winds this weekend, and the trees didn’t like it.
Numbers are sneaky little bastards.
I loved Blind Melon’s first album, still do.
Change is a bastard. Nothing leaves us feeling more naked and vulnerable (other than being naked) than having our little snowball shaken up. Whether the end result is good, bad, planned, unexpected, […]
Whether the leaves are brown and the skies are gray, you want to go back go back go back there, or you wish the women in your life all could be from […]
“Where’s the music?” was the most commonly asked question after my last piece. “Are you really that stupid?” was a close second, followed by “Can you walk and talk without falling down?” […]
Rain is rare in my part of the world. It rains regularly only three months out of the year — and that’s in a good year. I miss the torrential summer afternoon […]