Last night ‘on the walk’ Lupe and I saw a shadow in the midnight black, bone-chilling distance. An elderly man lying helpless in the snow, black…
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I believe in white sage, riptides, po’ boys, voudon magic, second lining,’ the sea, sun, stars and moon. Apparently, Georgia Pine does too. Ripe with…
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When a milestone comes, embrace it. Do the happy dance, you deserve it. Whenever you push beyond the comfort zone no matter how scratchy, ridiculously uncomfortable it…
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“The Vast Landscape” in the news! Thank you, Nicki Gorny and syracuse.com for supporting indie authors, local bookstores, CNY and the totally awesome feature. Exciting, humbling piece…
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Today I deserve bragging rights. Holla. If I didn’t lose my mind, I would not see and feel the things I feel and see. I…
Leave a CommentMy dad was an excellent hustler. He excelled at getting you to buy random crap you didn’t need, before you even opened your mouth. He…
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A friend mentioned my author feature and The Vast Landscape article made the CITIZEN’S Top-Ten most-read feature stories of 2014. After a particularly, challenging shiteous week with my…
Leave a Comment“It all comes back to a red metal bench in the woods, on a small hill by a nothing special pond. The air is sweet and wet and fall is here for now. Ducks sleep near the brisk, damp water waiting to take flight to sunnier places, offering no solution. I shiver and squirm in my own discomfort, clenching the bench, determined to will myself better. I’ll sit there god damn it, I’m as stubborn as you, until there is something to look forward to. I’m not pretending rosy and cheery just maybe a hint of curiosity.
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