Long ago, I made one of my many bad choices.
I went outside to play, and saw a five-gallon bucket.
There was water in it and a bee on it.
I’d been told bees don’t usually bother you if you don’t bother them, which has since proven to be mostly true, but I was a young boy and it proved impossible not to test such a theory.
July was a roller coaster of a month — full of ups and downs — so it should be fun to look back. (more…)
As I write this I’m sitting in the passenger’s seat of a truck looking out through the windshield into the darkness. (more…)
A few days ago, I walked into a local bookstore on a mission.
A few days ago, while suffering from a serious case of writer’s block, I came across a writing prompt that asked for my idea of what life would be like if I were a handicapped person. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I wondered what other people’s responses would be if they were to walk a mile in my shoes.