Grandpa fell off the commode Saturday night, busting open his head on the edge of the already cracked white porcelain sink. Hubby Frank drove home drunk from the afternoon show at Butts and Bolts gentlemen’s club on his Harley Fat Boy, fighting off multiple images of oncoming headlights in several lanes of traffic. The kids […]
A ghostly spirit came to me in a swirling vision last night and ordered, “No more ‘excess’ writing for a while.” “In the next nine months you will write only a handful of journal entries, essays and columns,” said Gavin Arthur, the leader of the tribe who oversees the legacy of the mysterious California Central […]
Many years ago in a different life in a different world I sat at the kitchen table drinking Rolling Rock beer and wondering if I could ever get a full-time daily newspaper job writing the personal journalism that eventually shaped my identity and served as my calling card and meal ticket. At the time I […]
The dirty Russians are bombing Kyiv with missiles and destroying a children’s playground. Terrible, you say. Of course, it is. The dirty Israelis are bombing Gaza and destroying a children’s playground. KILLING THE CHILDREN, TOO. Self-defense, you say. You stand with Israel. Tell me what I’m missing. I can safely say “dirty Russians” because most […]
Yesterday I wrote in this journal that “writers write,” profound words I live by. By which I live? Profound? Not really. The sentiment is simple if you write. Either you do it or you don’t. Too many aspiring writers bullshit themselves and the world, talking a good game and posturing. Too many wannabe writers don’t […]
