The more I read about Aphantasia, the more so much about my memories begin to make sense. The more my struggles with reading, with creative writing fall into place. I've never had a mind's eye, apparently. But, I'd never thought... Continue Reading →
Waaaaaay too long since an update here. Only excuse I have is job search. I am hopeful. Seven interviews for five jobs in last few weeks, including one today. Anyways, this charger for my laptop gets tossed today. My son... Continue Reading →
Sitting in my house, staring at the wind blowing the plethora of flags in straight lines away from the coast, I decided I needed to do something. But first I took my shoes off. I went over eight months without... Continue Reading →
George Will was someone I read as a 20-something. Then I started reading his non-baseball work. I stopped reading George Will. This has hung around in boxes like a vampire. It's going to the little library today.
(Note: This was written a while ago. There is a nice start to a pulpy story in here, minus the misogyny...) I’m sitting on a bar stool in a nowhere cantina just outside of Galveston. My Shiner Bock is just... Continue Reading →
“Does anyone really even like T.Rex?” she said with a shrug. “I fucking love T. Rex,” I thought to myself sitting there watching this 20-something gal pontificate on the importance of Marc Bolan’s output. While T.Rex certainly deserves some love,... Continue Reading →
I've gone and done it, finally. Went and signed up for the free version of a MuckRack portfolio site. It's bare bones, but it lets me put some clips up so folks can actually look at them. Without the haphazard... Continue Reading →
When I was a paid journalist, I used to buy other journalists' books. Hone your craft kinds of lofty ideals and all. Journalism doesn't love me. Never did. I'm not in love anymore. See ya Lewis. To the scrap heap... Continue Reading →
A lawn chair. Purchased in 2001. The first piece of furniture at 312 Rotary Avenue in Greenville, NC. Lots of memories here. I sat on it a lot. When I moved to Greenville before my ex came down it was... Continue Reading →
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