Talking about my daughter’s soccer practice on the commuter train

At 37, Peter sits on the train, his wife is cooking dinner at home, as he reads his book, his daughter Jeannie, 5, waits at home.  Peter contemplates how lucky he is to have a loving wife and daughter at home for him.  He doesn’t love his job, but he feels safe and secure and… Read More Talking about my daughter’s soccer practice on the commuter train

A Book is a friend to the maniacs in my mind

It’s an odd feeling, having a closer relationship with words on a page, than most people. Fiction and narrative non-fiction make up the the majority of my mind’s diet.  Conversation with other humans lags behind the same way I neglect nutritious vegetables at the dinner table. I ingest other author’s writings and feast sumptuously on the nourishment provided by their labor. I write, to reciprocate these… Read More A Book is a friend to the maniacs in my mind