Us

All stories are small, I tell my kids. If you find yourself unable to write – the so-called writer’s block – it’s probably because you’re trying to be too big. You’re trying to write something so universally true that there’s simply no way for it to exist, and you sit in front of a blank…

On the Path…

1. I can’t sleep with the air conditioning on anymore. I could when I was in the Austin. The searing, 105 degree temperatures, the running, the house fixing, and the yard work made it impossible to live without air conditioning. I am back in Indiana now where the heat, while intense, pales after The Summer…

A Thought On Hearts

I spent the day discussing art, creativity, storytelling, and life with my students. I am immersed within narratives right now, drinking in their spirits. It was during one of those slow moments that I had a conversation, one muddied with the human-ness of emotions and the personal strands that tether us with the ties that…

Why I Said That To Her

In the months after I quit drinking I worried that as I made my way back into the world that I’d become the lamb sent to slaughter. “I’m a wolf stripped of its claws,” I told the psychologsts I sought out to help me deal with the fear ravaging me inside. They assured me I…

A Valentine’s Day Treatise

If you’ve followed my blog at all, you know that I have a deep and meaningful relationship with Mr. Hank Moody (and Charles Bukowski, the writer the show Californication is based upon). At his highest, Moody is a sharp, witty writer examining the human condition while balancing his on-again/off-again relationship with girlfriend Karen and his…

The Synapses

Synapses are essential to neuronal function: neurons are cells that are specialized to pass signals to individual target cells, and synapses are the means by which they do so. I don’t do well with emotions. Same goes with humans. I’m bad at The Game of Life. People laugh when I say this but it’s not…

The Chronicles, Vol. 1: Clearing Decks

The Invictus Writers will meet for the first time this Saturday, which means it’s time to clean my house after months of travel. Normally cleaning isn’t an issue. I like an orderly house. (Thanks mom.) But somehow this time it feels different. It feels like the beginning of the last cleaning. Not that I won’t…

In Which I Re-Start, a Dating Tale

I know it’s only August, but it’s already been a long, interesting year. I’m amazed when people say that Time Flies. I don’t find that to be true (although I also say things like that from time to time so you can imagine the intense self loathing that happens here). At least I don’t find…