My trip to Cuba was great, and it was everything I wanted it to be and maybe more. I had a hard time even believing we were in a communist country. Don’t get me wrong; there were plenty of visible signs, crumbling buildings that people called home, literally hundreds of people on the side road ...
Writing is a weird thing, well for me it is anyway. It starts as a kernel, almost a tingling in the pit of my stomach, if I ignore it, it will go away, if I sit there and foster it, it will turn into words, then words will turn into paragraphs and then eventually a ...
Two posts in one week that is a little bit of a record, but Friday’s post has been written for a week and just sitting in the cue to be released like usual, Friday morning at 6 am. However, I was sitting here on my couch, Oatmeal mask drying on my old face, looking at ...
When I wrote last week’s post, I was scared. I was scared when I put the words down on paper. I was scared when I hit the word “Publish” on my WordPress page. I was scared when I sent a preview paragraph to my sister, who already knew all the information in that paragraph. I ...
When I landed in Ottumwa Iowa a few weeks ago, all my preconceived notions were pretty much confirmed as soon as I stepped out of the airport. I assumed it would be cold and I expected there would be a lot of nothing. As I climbed into my rental car, I knew I was right ...
