How I Write A Love Story: Part 2

The white stone building stuck out like a surley dwarf amongst a crowd of giants, arms folding and face scowling refusing to move. “The Public Library?” Ted asked looking sideways at Marissa. “Yeah, this place is great. When was the last time you checked out a good textbook?” Marissa said with a smile looking upContinue reading “How I Write A Love Story: Part 2”

How I Write a Love Story: Part 1

  Ted stood, for what felt like the hundredth time this week, alone on the same sidewalk overlooking the pier. How did this keep happening? Was all he could think. He was a good guy, somewhat attractive. He had a good job was consistent and secure. He even read all the books on how toContinue reading “How I Write a Love Story: Part 1”

Getting Uncomfortable

Deep in the heart of a great mountain, where the heat and pressure were incomprehensible, sat two pieces of coal staring into the heat. “God, it is so boring down here.” Said Bob, the first piece of coal. “Yeah, not much to do but wait to be found and be burned alive to cook someone’sContinue reading “Getting Uncomfortable”

Decisions Not Conditions: The Promise of The Light

I woke in the darkness of the place. Stale and stinking of rot and death. Standing my feet found damp, wet earth that just the night before had been a warm bed of grass. How did I get here? My eyes began to adjust to the nightmarish landscape that grew up around me as IContinue reading “Decisions Not Conditions: The Promise of The Light”

Catching the Wind: How I Rediscover My Flow, and you can too.

I was stuck, the mud was caked around my shoes, and I couldn’t go any farther. The day had been an exercise of exhausting my will to the point of wanting to give up. And I had just written something I thought so beautiful and profound about dancing to the grave. I love that ideaContinue reading “Catching the Wind: How I Rediscover My Flow, and you can too.”

An Original: Back to Basics

There once was a portrait of a man. Painted by an Artist with an uncommon hand. For the Artist had dreams, he had hopes and love. Pouring into his painting all the above. Crafting a face with a heart full of Grace. Eyes full of purpose and a soul for the chase. He stood backContinue reading “An Original: Back to Basics”

The Gettys-burger Address

“Abe?” “Abe?” “What is it, Mary?” “I am making lunch, do you want a sandwich?” “Oh yes, that would be fantastic. I have been sitting here racking my brain about how to address Gettysburg and didn’t even realize how hungry I had become.” “I have a feeling those folks at Gettysburg won’t even remember whatContinue reading “The Gettys-burger Address”