A Lonely Kid’s Best Friend

I think most writers start out as lonely kids whose best friends are books. A little over a month ago, my wife and I were packing to visit my family for Thanksgiving. All of my clothes were neatly packed and I was frantically searching our bookshelves for some light airplane reading. Reading an engaging bookContinue reading “A Lonely Kid’s Best Friend”

Brushstrokes

Before last week, the last time I attempted to paint was more than ten years ago. I was a lonely middle schooler who refused haircuts and I thought I was an artist. I dabbled in words, graphite, clay and paint in a desperate attempt to express myself. It was only after a few ruined canvasesContinue reading “Brushstrokes”