When we consider the curvature of any arc, be it personal or historical, the bend can be perceived positively and negatively. In any story it comes down to who experiences the arc to decide whether or not the trend is good or bad. In my method of storytelling, you the reader make that decision, not
Lately I’ve seen a trend in the movie and television business, one which has sprouted up before, but now seems as if it’s here to stay. The dreaded reboot. If you’ve paid attention to any of the reports coming out of Hollywood, you’ve probably heard the screams of fans as well. Whether The Rock starring
When you leave loose threads of fabric around you’re bound to run into problems. I was reminded of this during a recent work trip when I noticed a long green thread dangling from the end of the front of my shirt. Seeking to present the most professional appearance possible I tugged on the thread. This
I keep my head in multiple worlds. I’m here on Earth one minute and the next I’m somewhere and “some when” else. This is part of my writing process. I spin up the dream machine and let it fill my head with all manner of ideas which entertain me. This is where I deny
When you consider the distance humans have put between the caves we once lived in to the cities of concrete and metal skyscrapers, it would be easy to say we’ve come a long way. The sheer number of advancements in the physical sciences have brought us into an age where so much is possible. Yet
Plaster is a sticky substance. I found this out years ago when I worked as a security installer. It was the first time I’d ever been a field technician and had to repair walls. I started in the residential side of the business, making sure homes were protected against break ins and giving the elderly
Last night I did something I haven’t done in years. I stepped inside a batting cage and took some healthy cuts with a bat at a local family fun place. I played a lot of baseball as a kid, either with my brother and our mutual childhood friend Matt, or during organized softball. My parents
Life is a funny thing. When I first started my journey I had no idea some of the friends I met along the way would fall to the wayside as easily as they have, yet that is the way of things. I never imagined in the moment people I spent hours with having fun would
In the middle of ninth grade I got to know a janitor at my high school. I won’t reveal his name, but for the purposes of this story I’m going to call him “Tom”. Every night after school, Tom went about his business of cleaning up after hundreds of kids who didn’t give a
I’ve spent some time comparing my current writing to my past pieces. I do so lightly because I realize it isn’t fair to what I’m writing now to look back and see where my mindset was four years ago. Yet, I still do. Fair or not, I need to know if I’m growing as an