I do a sudoku puzzle every morning. Pretty much justifies why I have a subscription to the local newspaper down here. That and the crime report. It’s a fine little newspaper, all 14 pages of it. I’ll never confuse it with The New York Times, but then again there’s a reason the island I live… Continue reading Every Little Thing You Do Is Magic…

I am usually very hard on myself. My-own-worst-critic type of thing. Part of it stems from wanting to be always be better, that there is always room for improvement. I fully subscribe to the Socratic belief that an unexamined life is not worth living. What good is any of it if one is not to… Continue reading Excess in Moderation

I don’t keep a lot of stuff. Probably because I’ve moved so much over the years, an activity made monumentally easier by not own too much. One exception, though, is that I don’t think I’ve ever thrown out a notebook. At least not one that I know has some of my creative writing in it;… Continue reading Always Learning, Always Growing

It’s Friday and I’m supposed to be writing something witty about the progress of my writing career. Not happening. I won’t even touch on the whole trying to write anything on a Friday afternoon in Key West, but then my friend Jesse showed up, time was spent at the Chart Room, a few at the… Continue reading Simple Gifts

I smoked for a very long time. I don’t tell people how long anymore because either they think I’m a lot older than I look, or that I started when I was like five. Neither of those is true. And also this isn’t going to be a big anti-smoking rant. I have lots of friends… Continue reading Aren’t you the person who…

I’m a big fan of cliches. They’re kind of like a verbal shorthand, or the punchline to an inside joke. They save time and they get the point across more effectively than a rambling anecdote usually does. You could spend five minutes trying to explain to your significant other at the end of your workday… Continue reading The trees for the forest