Not the most romantic setting, I grant you, but perfect for a Gothic novel if I ever decided to write one. And just so we’re clear, it wasn’t like I was crashing funerals back then to find me a girlfriend. Whether Lucrecia was gunned-down as a result of a foiled…

As I settled back in Guatemala, hoping for a fresh start after my dismal performance in Costa Rica, my middle brother’s coffee trading firm was upending the traditional structure of the industry at the whirling speed of a Tasmanian Devil which drew anxious sweat from the aging overlords who had…

Adolescence (noun): The period when a teenager often develops a wholly new personality that comes off with soap and water. — Evan Esar Teens are fickle mirrors. One day, they’re all in black listening to hate-filled music locked inside shadowy rooms amid walls screaming skull-boned gloom. The next, it’s punk…

With a hooded falcon perched on the shoulder of his open tuxedo shirt, a gold Rolex clasped on his left wrist, cowboy hat and boots and a towel wrapped around his waist, my father walked into the dimly lit bar of the fanciest hotel in our country and ordered a…

“The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.” — Jack London. Amid a war-torn country, my riches to rags story began the day I abandoned my boyhood dream of becoming a writer and climbed aboard an infernal machine in pursuit of wealth and acclaim. Desperately wanting to catch up with…

According to Roman myth, it had been foretold that one of the sons of Saturn would overthrow him, just as he had overthrown his father, Caelus. To prevent this, Saturn ate his children moments after each was born. In every boy’s life there is a moment when he imagines his…

Heartvoice (n): 1. The unvarnished and vulnerable unveiling of a man’s wounds, longings, regrets, victories and defeats. 2. A man’s authentic story. I never heard my father’s. My father didn’t either. Not once having heard his father’s heartvoice, Dad did not know how to listen to his own so never…

No matter what they say, most people don’t want to change. Or at least, if they do, they don’t want to put-in the work. Instead, they thirst for a quick potion to magically solve their dilemma. All in vain. …

They say there’s no use crying over spilled milk, and I couldn’t disagree more. The use in crying lies in what’s left in the glass and in figuring out how you spilled it in the first place. Careless, inattentive and unaware, we spill our years under the delusion that we’re…