Last night, after the kids and wife were tucked away, I settled into a comfortable chair to surf around and see what was going on in the world. One of the first things I noticed was an RT from an account called @LiftUpEllie. I followed it to their Twitter page – and reality slapped me across the face. I spent a good half hour reading backwards into the @LiftUpEllie Twitter stream about the 8-year old girl who was fighting a…
What happens when someone unfollows you in Social Media.
This is a story about a burro.
It’s Father’s Day. Because of this,I feel compelled to acknowledge the men who helped me become the man I am today. The first was the one who donated his sperm to my mother. I was the named after him with a little III at the end. He petered out before raising me, leaving that chore to my mother and grandmother early on. I visited him a few times as a kid and made several sincere attempts to reconcile with him…
Sometimes, when I read other writers, I feel small. Who am I to think I can do anything with my writing voice? I’m not classically trained. I didn’t go to a fancy college. I spent a good chunk of my life making terrible mistakes. Who the fuck am I to think I can do anything with this? Especially with so many other talented writers out there. It makes me think that maybe it’s time to consider a career in retail…
I was born in a crossfire hurricane. No I wasn’t. But I’ve always wanted to use that Rolling Stones line – and so I did for Good Men Project.
