I have one word for haters: cleavage.

The enemy of success is not failure — it’s comfort.

There once was a time when they all stopped, wanting to get closer to her magnificence, her beauty, her power. Today, she barely garners a second glance, charm less dazzling, yet with a more subtle type of lovely only to be noticed by those willing to take the time, to slow down, to really look.…

My wife looked at me and said, “You weren’t even listening to me!” And I thought, “What an odd way to start a conversation.”

It’s crazy that we say ‘tuna fish,’ but never ‘roast-beef mammal,’ or ‘chicken bird.’

“You better make sure you know where our umbrella’s located,” Mom says to me. But I’m a big boy and she worries too much. “I’m on an adventure,” I laugh as I make my way to the shores edge, intent on finding sea shells, chasing and being chased by the rolling waves. Two minutes later:…

You live in a hundred different realities or more, because every person who sees or meets you, envisions you differently.

In the village of Ck’u-my-u’us Ck’lot-c’ there lived a quy’ug’ seh’, a witch, who enjoyed catching and killing cats as ritual sacrifices. The villagers feared this quy’ug’ seh’ and instead of complaining about his vicious activities, held their children close, thankful that it was not their child that had suffered such a heinous fate. One…

While trying to figure out how to better store all the stories I wrote as a kid, I ran across this one. I recall the night I did it. I was on an Edgar Allan Poe kick and had decided to use a bird feather quill and India ink to pen this one. Here’s the…