Conversation With A Record Store Clerk (#Post 419)

*This will be my final post for a week or so. I will be finishing a short novel, which I … More

The Climbing Tree

When I was a very young boy, maybe six or seven, I used to love it when my parents would … More

I would sit there hiding behind a heap of weeds and overgrown rosemary plants, spending my afternoons watching. People would … More

I spoke to my therapist for my allotted fifty minutes today. Because I did not feel like driving to the … More