When I was twenty, a friend asked me if I liked David Bowie. I said yes. He asked me what songs I liked. I of course knew who David Bowie ...

Today is my thirtieth birthday. Our culture puts a lot of emphasis on certain milestones, and some of them do make sense. At eighteen, you...

Leap Day. A day I wish I could have utilized better. Instead, I worked all day, came home, and cleaned the house. Perhaps I'll take my l...

Empty promises are being made yet again, by me to my .3 remaining loyal readers. I am currently reading The Art of Fielding by Chad Harba...

I guess it's been a while, huh? Oops.

The prize you win is a brand spankin' new story I wrote and submitted to an online literary magazine called Forty Ounce Bachelors. Act...

Imagine, if you will, a bright-eyed and innocent eleven year old boy, awkwardly tall and skinny, with longish brown hair and a style one wou...