OPINION: Stop Blaming the Media

Interviewing actor Jon Voight during a fundraiser (and after a monsoon soaked everyone) for the Granite Mountain Hotshots in 2013. These days it’s trendy to blame the messenger. The media is stirring the pot, inciting violence, lying to you, etc., as if they were a giant hive-mind not made up of men and women toilingContinue reading “OPINION: Stop Blaming the Media”

Short Fiction: November 8th Soon

Charlie skulked from building to building. He had to avoid the middle of the street and stay as close to the buildings as he could and off the main sidewalks. Gunfire rang out a block away. Charlie flinched at the pops. Citizens protecting themselves. Taxpayers at work, he thought. He could see a huddled mass nearContinue reading “Short Fiction: November 8th Soon”

Final entry from a Big Sur writing retreat – part X

I long… I long to breathe in my son’s boundless energy – his youth and exuberance about damn near everything, while I still have the chance. I long to walk in England and get all giddy on Baker’s Street, to explore the pubs and streets of Ireland, while I still have the chance. Let meContinue reading “Final entry from a Big Sur writing retreat – part X”

How to avoid spoilers (in curmudgeon)

Like blondes, spoiler alerts have more fun. They’re also stupid. PS –blondes aren’t really dumb, but I don’t feel like scrounging up a different analogy. And the opening sentence slipped deep inside my head while I was driving, so I wrapped my brain around it. Why waste a good driving thought? Being an American nerdContinue reading “How to avoid spoilers (in curmudgeon)”

From a Big Sur writing retreat part IX

The smell of stale cigarettes and cold coffee filled the hot Buick Park Avenue. Its air conditioner died a year ago. I was grateful for the bit of breeze I felt on my face when I climbed from the driver’s seat. Covering a jumper on Midgley Bridge wasn’t how I wanted to start the morningContinue reading “From a Big Sur writing retreat part IX”

An open letter on open letters (in curmudgeon)

Dear Open Letter Writer, We all care so much about your opinion. We want your open letter so bad.  Please write it as long as possible, as passionately as possible, and tell us all how you feel. Of course we know you have no real connection to the topic, no stake, but don’t let thatContinue reading “An open letter on open letters (in curmudgeon)”

A road trip gauged on karate chopping

How the drive from Monterey to Cottonwood and back again might go for you There was a beat up pickup truck, larger than average, with a flatbed area surrounded by wooden fencing made of paint chips and splinters. The bed was full of sheep. They were pressed against the wood, but not making a sound.Continue reading “A road trip gauged on karate chopping”

From a Big Sur writing retreat part VIII

24 moments that shaped my life  Some day I hope to write about these things, if I haven’t already. 1. The moment she whispered in my ear 2. The moment I heard the gunshot 3. The moment the phone rang at 3 a.m. 4. The moment the nurse tried to leave with my newborn sonContinue reading “From a Big Sur writing retreat part VIII”

From a Big Sur writing retreat Part VII

The road map of my life I’m told it began in California and from my earliest memory that’s been the case. Happiness blossomed for me in California. I liked everything as a child and I quickly became a pop culture fanatic, devouring everything from the Six-Million-Dollar Man to standing in line for the 1989 premierContinue reading “From a Big Sur writing retreat Part VII”

From a Big Sur writing retreat part VI

Damn you, Aquaman There is a kind of hunger for free time. Real free time. Without the damn dishes, the weekend laundry, or any chores whatsoever, without feeling pressured to write by my own OCD mind and just read any of the books I feel like reading, or paint. Or write. Or all of theContinue reading “From a Big Sur writing retreat part VI”