One morning, I wake up doubting my calling to be a writer in a thousand different ways. It’s...
“We think this would work better as fiction.” I’d submitted my proposal for the second non-fiction work of...
Sometime shortly after the Y2K bug did not end civilization, my girlfriend handed me a novel called A...
I told you about my phrase for 2022, but I didn’t tell you about my word for our...
It looks like anger is tearing our world apart. It’s not. Anger has no power to tear anything...
Two months of quarantine. And counting. On a Thursday afternoon, I’m looking for new ways to feel alive,...
My oldest son Aidan is sixteen, and last weekend he did something that gives me great hope for...
Something happened to me last summer, and it is still happening. In June, a friend sent me an...
I used to hide on the floor of the car. When I was seven, and our family crossed...
This year, the maples all turned purple. They usually die all at once in an explosion of blood...
