On Sunday we returned from a great vacation in Belize. I’ll publish a post about it at some point, but let’s just say that we loved it enough to consider moving there.
There’s an expression among young Caribbean baseball players that goes, ‘You can’t walk off the island.’
Last night I had a dream.
I was raised at an early age by my mother and grandmother. Surrounded by sisters. Now I’m married with two daughters and a mother-in-law who lives in an apartment over the garage. I’m a good father. I know this because…
All my life people have considered me crazy. As a kid it was because I thought differently than others. Which is to say I had bad thoughts. Insane thoughts. Thoughts that put me in the hospital for evaluation. As an adult…
I started writing a novel last October, after hitting a wall with a play I was working on. The idea for the play was (is) really solid, but I was focussing so much on scenes and sets that it became…
Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. 
