I’m in the editing stage of The Long Road East (can’t put italics around it yet), and already I’ve begun to question the response this book will get. Part of me hates what I’ve written, that what’s on the page no longer fits the narrative I was once confident in, but I also know that... Continue Reading →
“How are you today?” Suzy asked Billy. “I’m good,” replied the jovial Billy as his hands were full of Twinkies from the local gas station. “Good to hear, Billy,” Suzy then said. “Would you want to go on a date with me this weekend?” Billy was surprised by Suzy’s question. They were only friends before... Continue Reading →
1. Not being honest I’ve misrepresented the truth to everyone. My best friends. Girlfriends. Even my parents. Most of the time, it’s out of shame, especially if I’ve done something wrong. Other times, I just don’t have the temerity to tell people what they don’t want to hear. I reluctantly cower in the face of... Continue Reading →
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