fiction

The Truth Will Set You Free. Or Will it?

Two streets south of mine is a little subdivision humbly named Castlewood. It's one street, really. And while the homes are relatively new, castle is a stretch. The street dead-ends at a retention pond where a sign warns of deep water, and a dingy orange life vest hangs on the far side corroborating just how… Continue reading The Truth Will Set You Free. Or Will it?

fiction, Personal Journey

My Alarm Clock Told Me

My alarm clock told me it was time to wake up. But it didn't stop there. It went on to remind me about yesterday. I hit snooze. My mirror told me I look rather haggard lately. Getting old and ugly and hadn't you better work on your personality?┬áThe mirror disagreed strongly with my alarm clock.… Continue reading My Alarm Clock Told Me

Personal Journey

A Rip-Your-Arm-Out Moment

I want to talk about the paralytic wake of failure, those moments right after we've been dealt a blow. Failure is most bitter when we expect greatness. If I were to run a marathon tomorrow, I'd fail, but it wouldn't be a blow because I expect a body that sputters through a 5K to have… Continue reading A Rip-Your-Arm-Out Moment