What is happiness? Scratch that. It’s undefinable. But whatever it is, I don’t deserve it. A punk recalcitrant who grew out of the velvety black dirt of northeast Florida under a constant haze of pixie dust. A wanderer. A drifter…
As children we’re consumed with getting things we want for Christmas. Sure, our parents tried to instill in us the value of giving to others, but you simply can’t wrap your brain around the idea of giving when for 30…
I’ve always had a vivid imagination. This imagination led to me becoming something of a storyteller growing up. And by storyteller, I mean liar. It probably started by trying to get out of trouble; and because it worked (or at…
I’ve used the Twitter ‘Favorite’ option very liberally over the years. But until now, I’ve basically kept them to myself. So, in the spirit of ‘year-end best-of’ lists, I decided to share some of the tweets from my 2011 stream…
The earth turns, and it rises up over the trees harmlessly dangling in the black sky – veiled in haze. (Though I know that the haze is nowhere near it.) It stares at me and I stare back. A test…
