I know it’s July, but something inside me has zoomed my heart back to the week before Christmas 2011. A usual night, on a usual drive home, when without my seeking them, they popped into my view. Like a mob with a cause they crossed the street,

At megaphone volume, they laughed unmentionable concepts into the public air. At levels that anyone within 20 feet could hear, a series of most detailed and pornographic descriptions of things they would do to the woman they were staring at. Now,

I reflect on the good and bad of my father. A good man, yet for all his positives, he was equally flawed. We all have histories, and as living #humans, experience ranging from great joy to deep pain. No one is exempt, not ourselves,

I’ll just call her Aunty, and there we were, two people from drastically different backgrounds, sitting together in her living room. Around us walls filled with a mix of photographs, recognitions, tribal masks and musical instruments that symbolically ...

The echoes of snores and other embarrassing body sounds bounced off the granite walls, as all around me hundreds of families huddled into makeshift homesteads. The clock struck 12:03 am, and with the second announcement of what seemed a boarding school...

On a humble little shelf sat family photos, black and white images, some faded. On the front of the stack, an 80-year-old picture of a little boy sitting on a pony. Is that you? I asked...

Rikki was her name,and in reviewing her narration, it seemed she tapped into a most personal and intimidating question: WHAT IS OUR PURPOSE?

And until that night, he was a stranger to me. An unknown shadow under a flickering streetlamp just outside a neighborhood haunt called Casey’s Tavern...

Stir crazy is an understatement, and even though I’ve managed to stay very busy planning the future of my now still-watered business, as well as a being able to spend a bunch of quality time with my family,

I’ve been chewing on a most audacious topic. One, that at only twelve episodes into my newfound life as a podcaster; has slapped the world in the face. But her I go anyway. A middle-class self-employed guy sharing his feelings on a subject he has no cr...