#129: The Wrestler

Let's talk about something I don't usually have the chance to talk much about, and that's good old-fashioned wrasslin' (or wrestling, if you want to be more precise). Since I was young, I've been into the professional entertainment phenomenon that is wrasslin', even though I don't keep up with it nearly as much nowadays. The … Continue reading #129: The Wrestler



Midnight? When I was younger, midnight was a hazard. A horror. So, midnight? What made midnight so frightening as a child? Was it the tales of Bloody Mary, ghosts, and spectral beings which confounded me? Probably. I remember hearing from a kid in 4th grade that if you look into a mirror, say "Bloody Mary" … Continue reading Midnight?


Remember the woods in our backyard? It always scared us, then and again When our dreamy, exploring minds Craved fantasy and wonder. I can't imagine a yard without life Breath, Wind, Sun, Space abound Childhood creativity impossible Without room to grow Spaces to fill with predictions Amass the ideas into a collective And share with … Continue reading Plain