write. all the things in your head. go out to the edge. don’t be afraid. plant little seeds of doubt just under their skin. make them scratch until they bleed. get them to question everything. – the beast …
We chase fame and fortune through tiny mirrors with diamond-encrusted frames as earthquakes and typhoons turn whole cities into rubble. We send a tweet. Tell people to donate to the Red Cross. And still, within the destruction, we seek validation…
Long before PDAs and SmartPhones, I used to carry a little pad of paper with me wherever I went. And a pen. I had ink stains in most of my jeans and shirts. The reason I did this was to…
Today is the first Tuesday in November. A voting day. I’ve voted since I was eighteen. I remember standing in the booth that first time thinking how much power I wielded as I randomly selected names from a list of…
She took the bus home from school tonight. She said she didn’t mind. When I saw her depart, I knew why. He lives in our neighborhood, gets off at her stop, and walks home in the opposite direction. She didn’t see…
I’m not a party guy. And by party I mean a gathering of revelers under the guise of a concept for justification to drink and publicly enjoy the side effects of alcohol. Namely, feeling different than we normally feel. Wilder…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
