A metaphor of where I end up when make promises I don't live up to. ;) To be honest, my writing has been pretty slow lately. There hasn't been much "prolific" about it, and I apologize. The fact is, life and work are keeping me extremely busy, and there is a gap between what I want to do and what I have energy and time to do. Still, I'm working on publishing a revised print version of The Outcast and the Survivor, as well as publishing The Boy Who Chased the Sun. My goal is t

This is all I'm going to say about politics for a while. Why? American politics is truly disappointing. And I'm sick of it because our politicians simply won't work together. This hit me particularly hard during one moment of the Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump last week. Clinton was talking about Obamacare, and I appreciated her explanation that despite its imperfections, there are certain aspects of it that have merit, things we shouldn't completely disregard: It makes ins

There is, just now, some poor weary soul with heart full of doubt, unsure where to go who ponders, so surely, "Is life just this?" emptiness moaning, "What is there to miss?" in one long struggle, where day after day they return to the end, same words to say This ode is to them, for still they come back no matter how vile or dark the attack; though often doubted by critics disguised left more the lonely when judged and despised; while yes, helped by friends, those who unders