I thought over these past several months that perhaps I had dried up. That there possibly couldn’t be any more th...

For weeks, I have carried around The Best American Short Stories 1989. Weeks combined into months. As I have experienced with previous ...

Who or What to blame this time?  I have to have something to turn to for my slack-ass reading. Shit look at how long it took me to re...

It's tough out there. Life is tough. I wonder if there is anyone who lives there life without a struggle of some sort. Sure, our...

I'll turn once again to my thoughts on me and writing - and yes, they are still thoughts and they are just that – nothing more. Perha...

I still find pleasure in flipping through old photo albums. The yellow tinted photos of the 70s, the overly color saturated photos of th...

Before I even reached this story, I had a reader that provided me with a bit of education in my comments section on the introductor...