"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
My second born son - where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his arrival, I remember the phone call I received from my wife while I was at work. She went for a weekly check up because the …
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of twelve. He dreamed. His imagination was his escape. It was his portal. At a young age, he knew other realms existed. You just had to …
As Thanksgiving week dawns upon us, I think back over the past several months. I have seen things and people around me go from being oblivious, to being scared, to being quarantined, to being put on lockdown, to being full of rage, to being opened up in stages, to operating at some type of face-masked …
: something that happens because of certain circumstances, although it was not planned by anyone. Out of anything that you could be doing right now, out of anything that you could be reading, out of all the things you could be double tapping and liking, you are here with me. You are reading the words …
Hey! You! One day you are going to need to read this. You are going to need to hear it from yourself. One day you are going to be at your breaking point. At a point when you look around and you feel lost. Familiar is not going to feel so familiar, and home is …
This world will lead you to believe that because you are white, you are the privileged, racist enemy. If you are black then you are a criminal who is still in bondage. If you are Hispanic then you are an illegal immigrant and must be deported immediately instead of being given an American chance. Some …
How cozy do writers, much less anyone who dabbles in photography, music, or art, have it in today's world as compared to one thousand years ago? One hundred years ago? Fifty years ago? This thought tickled my brain because I cannot imagine having to write a fictional novel by hand. I marvel at the authors …
As soon as you read the headline, I'm sure your mind instantly went to scenes from television or real life where someone is pinching a joint and trying to pass it off to someone else without burning their fingertips off. Other minds will be thinking of someone hovering over a hard or reflective surface, woodpeckering …
Life as a writer starts with a blank page. I let my fingers rattle the top of the computer keys without actually hitting them. I close my eyes and disappear for a minute or two. I have to ask myself the following questions before me and you embark on our journey together: Where do we …
This post has me reflecting on the first time I had to put a dog to sleep due to debilitating health issues. I have discovered that the best way for me to honor something or someone is by using my gift and putting into words what that specific object, person, pet, or memory meant to …
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