A lion still has claws.

Looking out at the joyful, grey, damp New England fall I think it’s more a time than ever to make us some bisque. 

We let the world go for a moment and were lost in the absurd splendor of it.

For the first part of my series of writing inspiring songs, let’s find out why I’ve got to be in the room where it happens. …God, I’m hilarious.

Maybe that’s another reason I enjoy writing so much; it’s like experimenting with life. 

In the midst of that pain it’s important to have healthy things to turn to, and I’m happy that I do.

Happy Christmas in July, everybody. ‘Tis the season to make your eggnog!

A poem written about an old hiking trail memory.

Writers create worlds and living things to populate them.  Then we get to share them.  That’s beautiful to me.

There’s a price to these things; to chasing dreams and building futures. No one likes to talk about it.