Being Called “Doc” Is One of the Greatest Honors

There exists a different world that many people never see, and even fewer understand. Growing up as a Navy Brat—and this is a term of fondness and affection—installed many things within my character that I carry to this day. I make friends quickly…but we can drift...

Suck It Up, Buttercup!

I have intentionally entered into several agreements where I willfully subject myself to the opinion of others. They are called writing critique groups. “Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain in the human body. It...

Does Beano Work on Fiber Bars?

I wonder if my son is going to remember events like I do. He may decide to change around some of the memories to fit whatever moment he needs. But here’s how it went down. My son and I embarked on a road trip two years ago, heading to the little-less-than-scenic...

Winter Winds Blow My Common Sense Far Away

It’s snowing! The fluffy white stuff is falling…not a lot, but some. I love snow. I love winter and the myriad aspects that accompany it: snow, cold, icicles hanging from the trees and roofs and beneath the cars in the parking lot like the ground has reached up and is...

If My Father Could See Me Now

Growing up, the concept of the Renaissance Man—a person skilled in a myriad of areas—intrigued me. Educated, musical, writer of poems, singer of songs, rider of horses, skilled in the arts of war…and love, a lover of the stars and science and history. In this age of...