For latchkey kids everywhere
Last year I set some numbers goals for my writing life. I wanted to submit every week, edit one major work per month, and write every day. The sheer volume of the work, I thought, would produce results. The hardest of those goals to achieve was to write every day. In fact, when NaNoWriMo came... Continue Reading →
Remarks made at Fast Trac Graduation at Midlands Technical College 6/23/2018 It’s a pleasure to be here with you and an honor to speak to you today. I’m sorry I can’t stay for the entire event, I promised my daughter we’d work on her diving and flip turns today. Choosing to be with her is... Continue Reading →
It started when someone hijacked a hashtag. The trending topic was a kid named #AlfieEvans and he’d just died in the UK because doctors had advised no more treatment for a terminal case. Despite the lengths to which Italian doctors and the Italian government were willing to go to admit this small child to further... Continue Reading →
Mistakes are like celebrity deaths. They often come in threes. In what turned out to be a ridiculous failure, I competed in a spelling bee for charity recently. My teammates are good friends, their daughter and I were at Clemson together and we see them frequently during football season. We have another common friend who... Continue Reading →
Last month I attended two literary festivals. This month, armed with the arrogance those festivals bestowed upon me, I took on #NaNoWriMo. Again. I'd started this short story back in the spring about a kid who goes back to Neverland after having been on the loose in London. He's grown up some, maybe he's a... Continue Reading →
I have been known to confess my aversion to group work. In undergrad, I intentionally registered for more credits than I needed so that I could drop the two worst courses as determined by 1) attendance policy and 2) group project. Throughout my career, I’ve maintained three tenants about group work: Know your AORs Areas... Continue Reading →
Crossfit. Beast mode. Warrior Series. Mud Runs. Iron Man triathlons. We’re a generation of Pain is Glory. Of pushing limits, many of which are totally arbitrary. Just about everyone I know has run some kind of road race. Many of my friends are multi-time ½ and full marathoners. Our X Games legacy. Our desire to... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I wish my handwriting, my voice, or my laughter could precede me into a room. These are the stylistic traits of myself with which I am the most free. I will gladly pen something, speak up, or let loose a chortle without second-guessing myself. My wardrobe is a different story. Recently I’ve taken to... Continue Reading →
I learned a new term this weekend. It’s the term being applied to the enemy. It’s the nom de guerre for those asshats who plan to sell us down the river and ruin our nation. Globalists. Apparently, Globalists are more interested in raising up the poor, impoverished nations of the world than they are in... Continue Reading →
