Like many of you, I am watching “Cobra Kai Season 5” on Netflix.
As a writer, one of the most difficult tasks is figuring out where that fine line is between what is appropriate to share and what I need to keep to myself.
Here I am sitting in my room at the lovely Belmont Inn in Abbeville, South Carolina. It seems like this place is a haven for a writer who experiences something different every time I’m here.
Yesterday, I received a voicemail that I get frequently. It was my mother and the message left, sounding like she was almost in tears, “Please call me right away” and then click, that is the end of it.
There I was enjoying a Saturday of football when my day took a turn. When I tell you what soured my day, you will realize (if as a reader of my column, you haven’t already) that I am a deeply disturbed person as I get hung up on details in life that the average person pays absolutely no atte…
September is here. People love the Fall season. Football season, leaves changing, the best weather of the year, and finally the kids are out of the house and going back to school; ahh yes, to me the most wonderful time of the year.
At 14 years old, my son decided he was ready for our first daddy/son trip. I asked him if he wanted to help me plan it or did he want it to be a surprise. He chose the surprise route and instantly I remembered how he said some years back he wanted to see the Statue of Liberty. So, off to New…
This is a column unlike any you have read or I have published. I am doing an experiment to see how many of my friends and family who say they read my column actually read my column. Everyone says they read my column, but it seems like they have no idea what I am talking about when I mention one.
Google states that 96.7% of all Americans have television sets. As we all have families, at some point in your life, you have had a debate about what to watch on television.
So yes, the vaccine has been made available to millions of Americans. I have friends who refuse to get vaccinated as it is a form of alien life form-related brainwashing and I have some that think that the apocalypse is coming tomorrow and anyone who is not vaccinated by midnight tonight sho…
Every year around this time, the Academy Awards comes up and as I don’t ever go to the movies, I haven’t heard of most of the films that are nominated. And every year, they seem to add award categories that make one wonder how they fill such a specific genre with enough nominees.
Every day, I scroll Facebook and it has gotten to the point where I read it and prepare myself, “Okay, what is being canceled or done away with today due to the cancel culture?”
I love living in the South. Maybe it’s because the people, the history, along with the views of farms and mountains are more my speed. Maybe it’s because of the arts, the lack of bumper to bumper traffic, or the clean country air.
Now is when I should be doing that 100-word essay as to what I want to be when I grow up, not when I was in fifth grade. Because now it is so much clearer to me; or is it?
I was 15 years old when I landed my first job. While many of my friends who were also starting their employment went the fast food or grocery store route, I did something that was much more glamorous.
The picture attached to this column represents what a parent will do for his/her children when they really want something; and how every story can have a twist in a matter of seconds.
It is that time of year again. If COVID wasn’t enough for us to put on an extra 10 or 20 pounds, now we have to contend with Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukkah and ringing in the new year.
So, here we are. Nearly 40 years after Rick Springfield ran up the charts with this song called “Jessie’s Girl,” and still today I can’t help myself from cranking it up every time it comes on the radio.