A love letter to late-night storytelling and slightly irresponsible choices “You’re doing it again.” My wife stood at the door, arms folded like a part-time warden and full-time realist. “It’s 2 AM.” I looked up from my laptop and gave her a sheepish grin—the kind that used to work on teachers, and these days works … Continue reading When the Night Thinks I’m Worthy
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Lost in the Comma Grove
Where Sentences Stumble, Stories Begin (Or: how “writing a memoir” became a badly planned jungle trek—with imaginary coconuts and one very judgmental semicolon.) I didn’t set out to write a book.I set out to remember.And like most things I begin with misplaced confidence, it quickly spiralled out of control. It started innocently—my daughter asked a … Continue reading Lost in the Comma Grove
Reaching for Somebody’s Star
Things I Chased, Things I Found, and Things That Just Sat There Flickering Some mornings, I sit at the edge of the bed and forget why I stood up.Other days, I remember far too much. Apparently, it’s best if I stay out of the kitchen, off the shopping list, and away from the fridge. I’ve … Continue reading Reaching for Somebody’s Star
THE THREE MEN I WISH WERE ALIVE TODAY
When Presence Fades, but Influence Endures For years, my approach to blogging was like my approach to fitness… enthusiastic in bursts, inconsistent at best, and largely unnoticed. I’d write whenever inspiration struck, toss a story into the void, and then carry on with life, assuming the internet would do the magical work of bringing readers. … Continue reading THE THREE MEN I WISH WERE ALIVE TODAY
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