A writer who isn’t willing to bare his/her soul will never truly be a writer is what they tell me. We’re (as if I am one) supposed to be the truth tellers, the ones that others can count on to say what they can’t, to shine a light on whatever…

“Let the blood of traitors flow. That is the only way to save the country.” Those words were spoken by Jean Paul Marat during the September Massacres of the French Revolution. What’s most interesting about his statement is the fever pitch that the revolution was at when he said it. …

I found myself in the airport with my family trying to work our way through the concourse and out to the parking lot to go home. O’Hare airport, for the uninitiated, has a rather large concourse with wide, shining floors resembling marble, people from all over the world traversing its…

I have an alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to my bed. You know the one: It wakes you up with a radio station and has the numbers in the old style LED on the front, the one where each line of the number lights up and to change…

It’s easy to fall in love, really it is. Just find something that steals you’re heart, something your passionate about, and the rest takes care of itself. Simple, really. The part that’s hard is finding that something that steals your heart. As a writer (I’m still not sure I’m comfortable…

Sometimes when we think of the past we look at it in a prism. We rarely see the figures or times we’re studying for what they are, preferring to see them as what we wish them to be. We say things like, “I wish I could go back to that…

I’ve given it a lot of thought recently — living life on one’s own terms. I’m not positive I know what that means. In fact, I’m not sure when it starts exactly, living your life on one’s own terms. There are so many eddies and currents that flow through our…

Unless your in your 80’s or maybe late 70’s, you don’t remember the Army-McCarthy trials. My guess is you don’t remember anything about McCarthyism unless you’ve read it in a book, or your history teacher told you what it was. Funny how time throws dust over old chapters, and the…

At times it’s a bit chaotic in here, inside my head. Think of a room with flashing lights of every color one can think of. Each color represents another idea, but flying around so fast that you can’t grab any of them. …