Why, oh, why
did I click on that link?
I should know better by now
At least that’s what you’d think

Still, the Stats call my name
and I answer their call
I get my hopes up
to soon watch them fall

My days of past glory
are a fading memory
My…

Imagine if writers had to go through boot camp like soldiers.

“Alright, Boots. Listen up. It’s time to close TikTok, turn off your phones, and put away your dreams. This ain’t high school English class. This ain’t The Dead Poets Society. This ain’t The Inklings. This is Writing Boot Camp…

A Who Story

Verglas had traveled far and had finally reached his destination. He looked up the mountain. Then he checked his copy of the book. Yup, this is definitely Mount Crumpit, Verglas thought.

Verglas imagined him up there in his cave, enjoying the afterglow of his newly-increased heart size. Probably humming fahwho…

Letters Home

Dear Father;

I hope all is well in Longmeadow. My work planting apple orchards continues with much success. In fact, I have become sort of a fanciful living legend. Folks have taken to calling me Johnny Appleseed. It is ridiculous, but I bear it as it opens many doors for…

With Christmas approaching, I thought it would be fun to share some of my childhood memories of Christmas and invite you to do the same.

I realize that not everyone celebrates Christmas, so please feel free to share your holiday season memories also. I would love to hear them.

My…