I like to walk my dogs in the early evening when the air is crisp and there are few people to run into.
It’s not that I’m anti-social. I simply enjoy solitude, exercise, and deep thinking. Also, there’s something magical about a cool winter night. …
When it comes to your writing, ask yourself a simple question: What’s my goal?
In this digital age of blogging, social media attention, analytics, and likes, writers sometimes get lost.
I know I did.
I have always loved books and writing became a natural outgrowth to hone my self-expression and…
The new year was off to a great start.
I got up early, let the dogs out, took a walk, and made coffee for my wife. I glanced at our dining room library and thought about what to read.
But then I picked up my iPad.
Ugh. So much for…
The past often shapes our future, but in the end, we get to decide the outcome.
Music legend Madonna was only five years old when she lost her mother to breast cancer. It was a confusing time. Just two years later, Madonna’s father married the family housekeeper.
Madonna had been…
The chilly autumn air licked at the nape of my neck, but I barely noticed. I was blissfully lost in the moment.
Standing in the grandeur of that Idaho field, with giant Cottonwoods swaying in the cold breeze, I was at one with my easel and palette.
This is the…
What do you do when you fall in love with something that brings enormous joy but possibly at the expense of your financial well-being?
Let me explain.
I’ve been on a black and white bender. A few years ago I became enamored with monochromatic photography. …
My little dog, in his deepest slumber, tends to twitch and growl. He lives a quiet life of leisurely walks, back rubs, and tasty dog biscuits. So I don’t know what possibly frightens him in his dreams.
The other night he was snoozing on my lap, unperturbed by the iPad…
By the time Nic came into my life, I was a divorced father struggling to parent an unanchored little boy.
My son was intelligent and creative, but he needed structure in his life. He was with me during the week, and then nearly an hour away with his mother every…
It was the blind man in Applebee’s and an encounter with gnarled tree roots that shook me out of my self-induced funk.
Sometimes the unexpected can ease tangled thoughts and the morass of negativity. …
It is autumn here, where the leaves are turning color and the heat of summer has given way to cooler, more forgiving weather.
It occurs to me this cool morning, as I walk my dogs along familiar pathways and rabbit warrens, that I am in the autumn of my life…
