Here’s my latest downloadable. It’s a fictional piece called “Ostrich” and is in no way based upon my life. At least I’d like to think not 😀 Please freely distribute to any and all who may enjoy (it’s eReader friendly). I’d love to hear what you think.
This is the day I move [back] to Portland. I wait now in a grey-blue rental car waiting room. The news is on—Garth Kent, of ABC 7 Eyewitness News—in the NW corner; a woman, three seats to my right is tapping her iPhone with her
I wrote this post last year on the 4th of July from the steps of the Art Institute of Chicago near Grant Park. I hope you enjoy! Today is the fourth of July. In America, this means something. I have a tattoo on my arm that
Feel free to play this track ^ by my friends La De Les while reading. There are varying opinions about what it means to be an introvert or an extrovert. Frankly, I wonder if we aren’t just both sometimes. He scribbled that down.
At one point in your life you might have thought about writing a book. Chances are, however, that you probably haven’t thought about what you’d write for the cover copy on the back. You know, the dust-jacket text that accompanies that funny picture of you wearing a
A line of around one-hundred students stand shoulder to shoulder at the edge of a lawn, each holding a piece of paper. A teacher walks out in front. “You should all have a number on your paper ranging from fourteen to negative twenty,” she says.
Below is a post from a blog called “Write a Bike” that I formerly wrote on. It chronicled my trip from LA to Portland via a bicycle, and it also housed odd stories just like this one. Enjoy! ——- Our night in Watsonville may have
It has been well over a month since I have done anything on this blog, and believe me, I’m aware. I think about it everyday. I think, “wow, I was so gung-ho about this when I first started. What happened?” Yeah. Really. What happened? In