One Man Band
I’m working on a new fiction novel. I’ve been consumed by it every night for nearly a month now, and I’m proud of the progress I’ve made. It’s unlike anything ...
Holiday Heartbreak: Missing My Mother
My father died four days before Thanksgiving 1992. I was only 11, but I well remember that Thanksgiving meal at a chain restaurant. I remember poking my fork at dry mashed ...
Day Thirteen
It’s evident that the Whoa! Susannah page has taken an ominous turn. Maybe it seems I’m playing this orphan card for all it’s worth. Maybe I should just take a ...
Day Eleven
Aside from my mother’s eulogy, I haven’t written anything in eleven days. So sitting down to write this feels sort of odd and foreign. Eleven days is a long time ...
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A Post for My Pop(s)
In my several months of blogging, I’ve rarely (read: once) written about serious subject matter. I’m aware that people come here in hopes of reading something that will cause them ...