My Fellow Americans, As you wake today, you will be allowed to experience one of the greatest achievements in man’s history. You will be asked to take part in what throughout human existence had only been allowed for those of power and privilege, and yet today all men, and women, have the ability to perform. … More My Fellow Americans
The rain is cold at the end of October, but sometimes not as cold as the thoughts of the year leading up to this morning. Something has shifted in my universe, not in a bad way, nor in a good one, but simply shifted, as if to give me a push. I haven’t slept well … More The Chance to Change
Being a little boy is hard in a great big world. We yell at them the way we don’t yell at little girls, and we shouldn’t yell at them either. We expect them to know the things that we didn’t learn until we were much older, but nevermind that, boys are supposed to inherently know … More Celebrating Boy
“We are the Miners, the mighty mighty Miners, Everywhere we go, people what to know, Who we are, so we tell them…..We Are The Miners” The lights begin to flash in the distance in front of me, the wooden guard arms are slowly lowering, signalling me to stop and wait for the passing of a … More The Mighty Miners
In my hand is a plastic Hideway Pizza cup. In it is red wine from a box, about six ice cubes, because that’s what you do when you are pretending to be fancy and just need to chill the wine a bit, and to top it all off, I have a cherry popsicle sticking out … More Popsicles for Dinner
I am overlooking a creek bed, staring up at the darkened sky that is about to open up at any moment and start pouring. The wind has picked up and the cool breeze that preludes the rain is refreshing on my face, especially since I am hot from running around a playground for the last … More Jack of Hearts
The picture is grotesque in its nature, yet beautiful in the depth of what it captures. In it, we see the small glimpse of a man in the most vulnerable state of his entire existence, an existence that is soon to be over, done at his own doing. He is captured in mid air, like … More The Falling Man
The affair only lasted three months, or so she says. Hotel rooms were booked in different parts of town with prepaid Visa cards so as to not show up on any trail if the husband were to go sneaking around. Cash was trashy, she insisted, as I tried not to laugh at the oxymoronic nature … More Sex, Lies, and Matches
Teachers are heroes, and we don’t need to even argue that point. To do so tells me that you don’t have a clue what a teacher really does. To say that a teacher doesn’t see the madness of the American education system and still chooses to go to work everyday, only implies that people don’t … More Teachers are Heroes
Last week was my birthday. I turned the boring age of forty-six, a year that really doesn’t mean much of anything. It is just a number, attached to a year, to signify how long I have been alive, but to me, this is my tipping point. This year begins the second side of my season, … More The second side of seasons
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