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Where has all the passion gone, my atomic love?

This is the final chapter of the preview of my work-in-progress, the novel "Your Pal Al."  The previous four chapters are here ...

Chapters one through three of "Your Pal Al" have been published here previously. I'd love to hear what you think. Please comm...

This is the third chapter of "Your Pal Al", my first novel. It is still under construction. Chapters one and two have been  publ...

This is the second chapter of the story that I have been working on. Chapter one was published here on my blog back in January.   “The...

When did it become the government's responsibility to create jobs? I always thought that the government was supposed to be there to upho...

Advice? I don't have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you're writing, you're a writer. Write like you're a goddam...

Below is the first draft of chapter one from my first novel, "Your Pal Al." One morning, on my routine dog walk, a song that I can...

I admit the web people screwed up and, ultimately, FSU is responsible for what gets posted but I'm pretty certain that Fanatics, our ...

I first met Michael Regina years ago at the Riverside Art Festival. We saw his fine art and ended up winning a portrait. We've stayed in...

150 years ago yesterday, President Linc oln issu ed the Emancipation Proclamation. It proclaimed that all those enslaved in Confederate te...

I have been working on a new project at work and came across a few great resources . Of course this is always FLICKR and now Pinterest...

Clyde Butcher is one of Florida’s treasures. He reminds us of the beauty and majesty of nature. He had an exhibition at MOCA Jacksonville ...

I give this book three out of five stars based upon what may still be yet to come. Keep in mind that I got an advanced copy from Klout. It ...

I have never been a huge fan of Abstract Expressionism. Even after 6+ years as the designer for the Museum of Contemporary Art Jacksonville,...

Death is nothing at all.
 It does not count.
 I have only slipped away into the next room.
 Everything remains as it was.
 The old life ...