Arms and the Woman

In eight years of hardcore writing, I’ve probably amassed several thousands pages of content. But only a few hundred have amounted to anything. The process of choosing words to shape selected stories from my head is, in itself, very telling. And never before has that been more clear than with my latest project, The Octopus Club. As I laid down these particular 50,000…

The Yearling

In six weeks, I will have been sober for 365 days. These ten-and-a-half months easily count among the most difficult times of my life. Being in recovery is a reckoning.  Note the use of the present-continuous form of that verb. I haven’t quit drinking. I am always quitting. I am not all better. I am getting better. I’m not reborn….

Mermaids, Memories, Manatees

  This was a mermaid-and-manatee filled trip down memory lane. “This” being our week-long visit to Florida’s Gulf Coast to catch up with friends and family we haven’t seen since we left for the Arabian Gulf back in 2014. This was a true sentimental journey through all five decades — as well as the major themes — of…