Eighty-eight black and white keys stare up at me. I sit in front of a piano I’ve been listening to since I could barely reach those keys. My hands rest at center C waiting. I wait as well, hoping for uninvited inspiration. My tired eyes glance at the ivory pegs my mother once tapped at...

I find myself, with alarming regularity, peering through dusty blinds and old windows, cracks in old fences and gaps between gates, under doors and around imposing structures. I ignore no trespassing signs, do not enter warnings and rules that keep little sights hidden away. I indulge every little curious inquiry that pops into my head...

I have writer’s block. Or perhaps it’s general frustration. Either way, I’m staring at this damn white screen drowning in perturbation. So please excuse my brevity and lack of discursive, circuitous and generally-word-filled stories. For today, I have nothing eloquent, nothing persuasive and surely nothing noting the idiosyncratic nature of blogging mores. Instead I have doughnuts –...

I can’t say Texas has the most idyllic seasons – you’d be hard pressed to find someone venturing down here to witness the effects of fall – but to me I can read the days like a book. Each small change, no matter how subtle or nuanced, reminds me of a quarter century worth of...

A little over a year ago I wrote about some chewy trail mix cookies, the patter of rain all around me and my unbating need to watch old movies and hide under big blankets while storms roll by. Not much has changed in that time, at least not when it comes to my love for...

I’m going to dispense with my routine flowery prose and tell you a story. You see, I once knew a man. This man, a great friend of mine, taught me so much about this world – the existential sort of world – that I want to share it with all of y’all. We were two...