The Last Potato

The Last Potato

This past Sunday night, I ate dinner at my parent’s house.  Also in attendance were my sister and her new husband.  It was a simple dinner of grilled hot dogs with all the fixins and pan-fried potato slices.  The meal was more about the company than the food...
The Blind Date From Hell (pt2)

The Blind Date From Hell (pt2)

I pulled up to Becky’s place in my Mustang and lightly tapped the horn, as she’d asked me to do.  I waited.  And waited.  The house wasn’t in the best part of town which should have tipped me off right there but I’m an eternal optimist. I...

On Scrivel: “Going Home”

I have a new piece on Scrivel I think you'll enjoy very much.  It's a nostalgic piece in the same vein as Pat Conroy and a direction I hope some of my writing will take:  Going Home 
The Blind Date From Hell (pt1)

The Blind Date From Hell (pt1)

It was the summer of ’91 and the first time in my life since I’d began dating that I found myself alone.  I just came off an engagement break-up and had met a girl at college who went home for the summer.  She would eventually become my first wife seven...
The Picky Eater

The Picky Eater

For 37 years now, I have been an extremely picky eater.  I can’t help it, it’s just who I am.  I won’t eat certain foods for the stupidest reasons.  What reasons?  You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Of course, I’ll try.  And maybe...