I found a quote this morning by Nelson Mandela. It read, “May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.” I wandered around the house after that, a little shocked, a little stupefied, and a little relieved that I’d found the quote. I touched plants and...

There's an unpopular prerogative that every human has, a thing we were all born with the rights to the way a lion is born with a place in a pride. It's magic. There are so many words in the English language that aren't taken seriously. But surely...

We danced together, though not with one another. Bobby was mellow and the band followed his lead. We all did. It tends to happen when you’ve spent more time playing guitar and singing on stage than anyone else alive. More people than can be counted...

Why do we dream? Maybe we need to, the way we have to evacuate our bowels or polish off that last bite of steak even though we're full. It's not (often) a choice, to dream. It just happens. We participate, about as much as we participate...

I've thought about the stars light years away looking down at me, us, and our worried minds, our concerns of who and what and how other people see us and the stars, billions of years old, who watch every life that has ever been or ever will be, they sadly smile with pity.   As I worry...

Some moments of my life are effortless and rewarding, the way it is for a surfer who catches a wave or when a musician is really tight in the pocket. Others seem to be pulled slowly and painfully from me, like unwrapping barbed wire from...

What is hope? Driving home this morning from an underwhelming appointment with a potential publisher, I found myself asking this question. This drive was the absolute opposite of the one I'd made only an hour earlier. Before, I'd been giddy with excitement. The email had plainly...

Why do we assume everyone else is impenetrable and that we are the only vulnerable ones? How is it that our outside perception of the world around us is a misnomer, and that we actually only perceive that which is within us? It's so easy to...

Hello friends, If you're reading this, it means one of two things: you follow this warehouse of thoughts and feelings because you find some sort of value in it, or this is your first time browsing my website in which case you've been led here by...

What does a cluttered desk say about a person? This is an age-old discussion, one that has two very distinct sides with little middle-ground. A cluttered desk is a cluttered mind, the saying goes. I look around my home, my office and my vehicle, and I notice...