It was a Friday morning. I was driving through the Midway District of San Diego on my way home after a trip to the local carwash where the employees had done a passable job of scraping the grime from my car after a recent road trip. I feel I need to pause and describe the … Continue reading If Despair Had a Face

So, apparently, if you are a professional soccer player you can just randomly lie down right in the middle of your job and people will rush over and rub your legs. Why is this provision not in my contract? Come on somebody.

Have you ever been walking by a mirror and caught a random glimpse of yourself out of the corner of your eye and were startled by what you see? Anyone? Just me? Okay then. Well, let me tell you, it happened to me just yesterday. I was walking from my home studio into the kitchen … Continue reading Shadowcasters

I saw this on my Instagram feed this morning. It resonated so strongly as a timely encouragement for Father's Day that I just had to share it:

A strange thing happened to me on Tuesday. I walked into Grocery Outlet and saw...wait for it...faces. Can you fathom it? People walking around with no masks. I went to another store. Same thing. What meaneth this strange phenomena, you may well ask. I will tell you. California's governor decided that fully vaccinated people can … Continue reading When We Had Faces

Breaking Free I ran across this photo a few weeks ago. It's been sitting there on my desktop as if daring me to write something about it. Honestly, I have been so overwhelmed by the imagery that I haven't felt i could do it justice. And then... A really smart guy named Paul--one of the … Continue reading Breaking Free

Everything runs in cycles. Everything! As early as 450 BC (or BCE for you modernists) Solomon, King of Israel, was on to it when he wrote, "What has been is what will be, and what has been done will be done again. There is nothing new under the sun." And I believe it. I find … Continue reading Cycles: Life in a Post-Facebook World

“Charles, I had to move the key. You know where it is. Go get it...for God’s sake, get it or all will be lost.” But, Charles didn’t hear Helen Marshall’s last words whispered urgently from her hospice bed. Just her husband Tommy—the bassist for the Aaron Perry Trio. And Tommy has no idea who Charles … Continue reading Tears in a Bottle: A Faint Reflection of Riddles Book 3

I never cared for the taste of strong liquor until the day Lorna introduced me to the aqua vitae. She of the exquisite face and form. She with hair the color of burnished copper catching the reflection of the setting sun. She of the jade-green eyes...jaded. Gone now. Long gone. Good and gone. But if … Continue reading The Midnight Cowboy

Bartholomew Bennet hadn’t planned on living on the streets of the Burnside Triangle, addicted to heroin and pimping himself out. Far from it. A newly minted MBA in hand and a job with one of Portland, Oregon’s most promising tech start-ups, Bart had arrived with hopes and plans for the future. And then, it all … Continue reading The First Stone