This was written while craving a grilled cheese.

The idea of us all helping each other across the river.

Every five years or so, the red tide returns to Venice. Bringing with it, bioluminescence.

I used to play baseball. This was just one of the days. There's more writing about this in other places, I'll just share this for now.

A story about plates that don't match.

*This was me having fun writing some sexual content. I don't think sexuality is something that needs more spotlight. More a fun exercise.

This is a snippet from a larger short story about a party that is held for those who are going to unalive themselves.

This is not about eating what you think...

Not an easy read

This quick and easy pasta dish is perfect for midnight meals.

In honor of the great father and terrific husband and lovely person that is Phillip Wyatt.

It's early June. The book still isn't complete. I promised it would come out by July 1st and foolishly, I still think I can make it...

There’s a Goldfish swimming inside her. It’s making her squirm and writhe mid-conversation as if there weren’t a Goldfish swimming around...

The routine, or the discipline, is to wake up each morning at 4:30am. This is not what's happening in reality, more an oral fixation...

I've been writing a novel. A book that contains so many truths I dare want to call it non-fiction, however there is some light massaging...