Every crime committed by anyone anywhere in the world is based in the idea of selfishness. Bank robbery: I want money. Murder: I want someone gone. Running a red light: I want to be on time. Stealing a loaf of bread for a hungry child: I want to end that child’s hunger. Regardless of its degree, all crime is an act of selfishness. Think about that. No seriously, think about it. Accept it. Selfishness is the gateway to indifference. Indifference…
I’ve never been the kind of writer who writes himself into a corner. I make my living in the world of branding and advertising using words and concepts to get people to think about things differently, and yes to buy stuff. I’ve written for brands ranging from luxury automobiles to companies that repurpose shipping containers. I’ve written billboards, radio, internet, and direct mail, and many other platforms. I’ve written to audiences who are at the top 1%, to people who…
– It was a late softball game in a house that gets up early. She’d done everything so that all I had to do was microwave my chicken and rice. I showered as quietly as I could so not to rouse the house, then warmed up my dinner and sat in front of the tv to catch the west coast games. Dinner was delicious. Famished, I inhaled the food and was grateful for a loving wife asleep in the next…
What value an artist born hairless and pink raised in the same lane as the rest of us and somehow set free to turn away. – People aren’t people no one’s unique we each serve a purpose and it’s not what you think so before you get ideas about turning your hair blue consider your status as a freak who doesn’t belong. – And don’t give me that shit about how you’re different You are no different than the rest…
What is the point in having a child if not for to nurse them wide-eyed beguiled – a passion for things they can’t buy in stores a genuine interest to open closed doors – toys and stuffed puppies all have a tale a special enchantment the wind to a sail – and who is responsible for lighting this fire if not for a father no duty more dire – for wonder ends quickly they grow up too fast unbridled imagination…
My family visited the American territory of St. Croix this summer. It was lovely. On recent summer trips we’ve gone to The Bahamas and Belize. We loved Belize so much that we went back two years in a row. My enchantment of Belize is well understood by my friends. In fact, in having lunch with a friend after we returned from our trip to St. Croix he asked, “Does it feel like you cheated on Belize?” Nailed it. That’s exactly…
