“There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.” -Red Smith

Looking Back

Posted at 11:14 pm

About 20 years ago I met – and wrote about – a boy named Mark. At that time, Mark had experienced more pain and greater challenges in his six years of living than most of us encounter in a lifetime.  His birth mother began abusing him even before he was born by taking into her […]

Posted at 11:59 pm

Baby boomers can be strange creatures – especially as parents. We spend all of our time trying to make life easier and more comfortable for our baby Boomlettes, and then we moan and complain when they don’t seem to appreciate how easy and comfortable their lives are. I know I’m guilty of it. I remember […]


It’s just one little valve. By my own personal calculations – in other words, I’m just guessing here – it takes a grand total of about 42 seconds to walk from my couch to where the valve is in our front yard, uncover it, turn it off, cover it up again and return to the […]

Posted at 10:48 pm

I was 19 years old at the time – far too old, in my opinion, to be hunting for Easter eggs. But Mom had a different idea. “This will probably be your last Easter at home,” she said, teary-eyed. Her argument would have been more compelling if she hadn’t already used it on me – […]

Posted at 9:34 pm

              I was thumbing through my high school yearbook the other day when I was shocked to see a picture of a teenage boy with this goofy smile on his face.  He was tall.  He was skinny.             He was me.             And that’s what shocked me.  You see, I remember high school.  Nearly […]