Tag Archives: Personal History

I came. I saw. I left. And along the way, I watched a guy try to kill himself. The lesson here is never ignore omens.

With nothing to hide or hide behind, we're left with the only thing we really own.

As a writer and as a son, nothing has ever been more difficult than writing a eulogy for my Mom within 24 hours of her passing away.

The event forced me to have my eyes wide open, just as the exhibit is called.

It may be a small world, but it's an enormous earworm.

If I have to spend the rest of my days on it, it will have been worth it.