I am blogging again (whew...the universe is so relieved), but I have a new address. If you are interested in reading more about me (and who ...

When I went to college at Furman University (Go, Paladins!), I approached my class selection like a starving polar bear at a zoo buffet. I w...

I have a story. It's a great story. But I am racing the baby nap. So. Part 1 If you have never had children, try to imagine tying ...

He had sleeve tattoos on both arms. It felt like a dozen stories crowded together between shoulder and wrist. There was a orange and gold...

I am a child of the 80 ’ s. The nineteen eighties, to be clear. America ’ s grunge music movement came of age about the same time I did. Ba...