Short Stories

What I fear the most about my own mortality is what happens before that end.

I don’t want to be buried with gold, or money, or treasure of any kind save the memories we’ve created in the spaces that we’ve shared.

I have learned a bit about what is missing from my American lifestyle as it relates to my primal voice.

We are all familiar with the voices in our heads. The constant ringing and pinging of something alien that has become so familiar as to appear indigenous; a constant companion reminding us of what we should […]

Once again, there is change all around.

Who planted those seeds of doubt within us, and who are we to accept such mediocrity?

He walks the path laid before him and, where none exists, makes one. It is life he loves, and it is living where he finds his purpose.

When she lets you see her as no one else does, she is beautiful. 

We seek the shackles we use to bind us to imprisonment while giving thanks for the length of chain we call our freedom. 

I’d been on this trail hundreds of times in my life. It remains one of my favorite places to be.