Updating Our Standards

I remember a saying that dates back from my childhood about Carnegie Hall. The saying is more like a question.“How do you get to Carnegie hall?” The answer is, “Practice.”Practice makes perfect, right?I have been part of a system in my life where I have been...

Nice Guys and The Race They’re In

They call this a race. Maybe some people call this a rat race. Maybe others call this the human race but of course, there are people around who say, “Nice guys finish last,” which I suppose maybe this might be true. Or maybe this is because nice guys aren’t trying to...

A Page from Letters From a Son: A Memory Note to Mom

By the end of the binge, there was nothing left. There was nothing left of me or my money. My pockets were as empty as my stomach, which had been making sounds for quite some time. I was strung out and pale. My jaw was clenched and my nerves were frayed like the...

When the Rain Comes

I am awaiting a storm and the sky looks angry as ever. The heavens are layered with a cloak of heavy gray clouds; the air is so humid that the heat is mad and only to grow madder. Meanwhile, all we can do is wait for the rain to come. But I don’t mind. I don’t mid...