From May, 2014

That Crooked Little Finger

It was his pinkie finger that took my breath away. I literally gasped when I saw it. The man himself was fairly nondescript, on TV talking about something—I have no idea what—wearing a billed cap and casual outdoorsy clothes. He was a middle-aged man that I noticed out of the corner of my eye while…

Newly Committed

In recent months, I have become a writer that isn’t writing. Sure, there’s some writing involved in what I do in my work, but it has been minimal compared to the time I have spent writing for many, many years. And it’s unsettling. I looked at my personal blog today and couldn’t believe it had…