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
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 years later...