A week after Trump Care passed, we find a woman, a girl, and a baby in the kitchen of a house in the rural south. GIRL (16): But Momma, because baby Brittany was sick at birth, she’s gonna lose her…
We compete with other soft Americans for the best life on Facebook. Shining light on our cars and jewels. Smiling with a glass of red. Seemingly oblivious to the plight of others who fight just to survive–even here in our…
What if all the birds in the world are singing the same song? A song with very specific roles for each type of bird. Where every chirp, tweet, and whistle is significant. A song so grand in scope that it has…
“The best, most creative advertising you ever write will pale in comparison to word-of-mouth.” – my copywriting professor at the outset of our first class, 1995 Fact: Every company on the planet has a product or service. Fact: The better the…
The following is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. In 1982 I was sixteen. A skinny white punk in the suburbs of Houston who hung around a few other like dregs. We weren’t into…
The following is a guest post by my daughter, Agatha Rose who is a 10th grader. I assisted in copyediting only. *** I hear the trumpets from down the street. The noise is beautiful. In fact, I wouldn’t even…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
