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 itself. I...
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 tapped the horn again and...
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