Pura Vida: Part 2 – Where the Wild Things Are

If you haven’t read Pura Vida: Part 1 – The Winners Circle Please read that first. Enjoy! The winding and curving of the roads in Costa Rica become tiresome on the stomach, but as you move toward the center of the country, the scenery is anything but…

Pura Vida: Part 1 – The Winners Circle

Vacations usually start off simple at face value. People go places and do things to break the monotony of the life that has swallowed them whole. They need a change of pace, and then back into the whale they go – into the darkness, until…

Adulting, Rejection and Business as Usual

We sat on barstools in the front door of the coffee shop, taking in the warmth of the sun like cats on a porch. We looked at each other and out the windows and at the people that filled the room. Not all words are…

What I Didn’t Find at the Bottom of a Bottle

During the summer of 2015 dead people were everywhere. They could be found in the news, in my family and even in my dreams. It was just one of those summers where folks were starting their new lives in marriage, but others were taking their…

While Waiting For My Clothes and My Soul to Dry

My underwear, comforter and other random articles of clothing are tumbling away in a dryer downstairs and I have to wait, wait, wait like a dog for his master. I can see the Lord of this life, high up in the clouds, laugh at my…

Creativity and The Frustrating Battle Against Entitlement

I guess immediately after finishing the last blog post I should start a new one. In theory, I should churn out one blog after another like a creative genius – moving from each post into a continuous cycle of writing and editing. If I did…

The Collective Hatred of Nickelback Saves Lives

John had been out in the frigid December wind all day, in the dirt, slaving for the scraps of his lost ambition. He’s alone most of his days at work – allowing for him he would take little sips of whiskey from a flask. Everyone…

The Revelation of Love Through Masturbation

Years ago, on the edge of something truly special, I came to a crossroads with a question: How do I know if I love her? An unlikely source told me exactly what to do. From the hallway you could hear an apartment filled with blunt…