In 2010, after my dog Tucker died, I wrote a story about the morning we had to put him down. It was cathartic to write, even though I did so through a tsunami of tears. After posting it to my…
“You’re like having a third child,” my wife says to me. We have two daughters. And she’s right. I’ve never really grown up. Sure, I’m more wrinkly now than I’ve ever been. And my hair’s turning silver. But in my…
I had a dream. It was set in the future, but it wasn’t that futuristic. It mostly looked like it does today. There were no flying cars, for example. But there was one car that everyone who was anyone owned. A…
Maybe they’re right. Maybe we should all just build walls around our hearts and say, “Good luck” to people who need help. Those leeches who steal food from my table. Then we all buy guns and cut crosses into the…
I’m a copywriter. I make my living by using words to convey feelings, tell stories, and get people to think certain ways about things. I’m pretty good at it, too. Over the years I’ve convinced CEOs of major companies to…
As a writer, you just want to write. You don’t want to have to worry about jumping through the fiery hoops of red tape to get your story published, you just want to write and share the story. Unlike writers a…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
