Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittensBrown paper packages tied up with stringsThese are a few of my favorite things The Sound Of Music In which I explore a few of my favorite things I bought a catcher’s mitt today for reasons that…
Talkin’ At The Texaco
Americans have been singing the praises of small towns since our inception, but recently the tone has changed.
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
They say that eventually, everyone finds their tribe, so why am I still searching for mine?
First You Have To Row A Little Boat
Lessons learned from a lifetime of creative endeavors, critical thinking, and ideological indifference
Breaker, Breaker One-Nine
Before the internet, there was the Citizens Band Radio, allowing us to call out into the abyss, hoping for a reply Originally published July, 2023 “Breaker, breaker, one-nine,” I called into the receiver. I sat in the dormer window of my third-floor bedroom and listened to the silence, occasionally broken…
Writing The Bones
Structuring compelling creative nonfiction that draws the reader in and leaves a lasting impression.
David Malcolm McCarty (1942-2022)
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.” St. Augustine As a deeply committed connoisseur of the Irish exit, David Malcolm McCarty performed his final disappearing act on October 19, 2022, as he left us to be with…
Searching For Stories
Whether it’s a jaunt to a foreign land or a trip to the corner store, getting out of the house increases your chances of finding a good story.
My Life As A Project
I live in a project. Not a low-income housing project—not that kind. A different sort of project. One that never seems to be finished and is always at some stage of birth, disrepair or demise. A never-ending experiment in coaxing something out of nothing. An early 18th century home in…
The Benefit of Judgment
“Judge not, lest ye be judged.” —Matthew 7:1 “Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of another. There are just some kind of men who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this…