So I was driving down the road the other day with my friend Russ, when we began discussing the pending collapse of civilization. Relax,
I live in the South. That doesn’t make me a redneck, a hick or a hillbilly. I am an American. I live in a
Or: Why the House was right to reject the $700 billion welfare bill. So let me get this straight. Congress rejects a $700 billion
A writing life is a slow life. It’s punctuated at times by periods of fierce activity but, for the most part, it is a
Or two of them, to be exact. First, Anything But Ordinary is on its way to the Publisher this week after a month and a
So Saturday, a friend of mine quit her job so she could hang out with me. No, this is not the start of a
“I really need to get a life because I enjoy this shit too much.” I blink at Toni’s blunt pronouncement, made just loudly enough
I officially became old today. And it’s not my birthday. Last night, at Karaoke with Judy, she noticed I kept moving my glasses farther
Once, while working as a marketing director for a non-profit, I decided I would one day write a one-hour T.V. program called “Other People’s
Living in Louisiana, it’s hard to find a good Martini, much less a perfect one. When I ask for a Martini in a restaurant,