Once upon a time, the only people we would ever meet or really come to know, were those who lived in the places we lived. Relationships were limited by geography. Much like it still is in Rhode Island (LOL) The digital age, or better stated, the age of […]
Would I sell out to traditional publishing? Hmm, if there were a decent payday…I might. Although I’d probably hate it. They have rules. They have practices of acceptability…that’s PRACTICES OF ACCEPTABILITY (turn up nose, place hand lovingly on Miss Primm’s Snobbish Guide To Acceptable Behavior for Authors.) In […]
Travel, sports cars, fine dining, and beautiful counter-agents aside, the downside to being an undercover operative is it often takes you away from blogging. Okay, so maybe I’m making that up, but not all of it—I’m sure undercover operatives have little time for blogging—just the part about me […]
My wife and I have a blended family — her three daughters, my two sons that became our five children. Whenever I consider bitchin’ about my day, I simply and fondly recall raising five teens and my complaints magically disappear. We have, for the most part, successfully launched […]
If you’re like me, you probably spend some time thinking about improving yourself, your world and your next set of achievements. Everything from being in better shape, being a better person, to having a more fulfilling career. The list of articles, books and advice on these topics are […]
In the American culture we have an ideal—Hard work is the secret to success. We are a society that prides itself on this ideal. “Busy” is a good thing. “Multi-tasking” a talent. Long work weeks a badge of honor. “Working vacations” are a sign of dedication. We even […]
You know who you are…admitting the problem is the first step to recovery. But, you go first, that just gave me a really good idea and I want to write it down.
I always wanted to be a writer. Not a journalist, not a laureate, just a guy who wrote the stories people wanted to read. I remember the awe I felt in seeing all those mysterious symbols on the pages my mother read to me from. I remember sitting […]