Creative Writing

Water is life. Just ask Egypt Wading into the corn fields at the desert’s edge, machete in hand.   As...

The car with its nose in front has the right-of-way. Green means stop, red means go We drove out of...

… And off I went – guitar and duffel bag in hand.  The next thing I knew, I was on...

The journey began in my third year at the University of Texas Up until that moment, I had never once...

Are you retired? This is a question I get often. My answer is: “No, I am not retired anymore. I...