I Really Was My Grandma’s Favorite

Seriously. I know nearly every child thinks they are Grandma’s favorite grandchild. When my wife and I first met, she told me this on the way out for her to meet my maternal grandmother. During the ride out there, I looked over at her and told her with all the...

An Essay: On A Canticle for Leibowitz

I took the book—published back in 1959—from my shelf on April Fool’s Day because I wanted to fulfill my requirement of reading at least one classic each month. More the fool I because I did not realize that I would be reading prophecy. Little did I know that it holds...

Hard Learner

When I was much younger, I would stick it to the “Man.” To say that I am not the brightest tool in the drawer would be an understatment. Seems in my youthfully ignorant days, I refused to pay property taxes. As such, I would be pulled over for having...

Childhood Houses

I counted it up once, and by the time I reached my teenage years, I had at least nine different mailing addresses. The joys of being a military brat, growing up all over the world. And I wouldn’t change it for the anything. I lived in motels, camping trailers,...

New Reads and New Views

I mentioned before that I would like to read an author I’ve not read before each month this year. So I decided to add some other things to that list. This year, I plan to read a book by an author I’ve not read before, read a classic, and read a...

The Therapy of Reading

When I take the time to actually think about it, I have always read and written stories and poems as a sort of therapy, a way to deal with the things I see, hear, and experience throughout life. As a small child, I loved mysteries (The Three Investigators, Hardy...