Memoir

Dad’s Dirty Hands

If the true measure of a man is the lives he’s touched, my Dad’s grimy pawprints must be all over the damn place.

Escaping Into the Purse

A lost connection between my mother and me

There’s this purse I…

Dispatches from Iraq

Returning to Active Duty with 1st Marine Division

An unexpected call brings me back to active duty

The Tragedy of Unwritten Stories

The real tragedy in death isn’t merely that our stories are cut short; it’s when they were never…

Le Havre to Rosslare

Clowns in cafés and surviving a ferry across the North Sea

Hot Tub Pot Lucks and Nudist Parents

And other nightmares of a 1970’s teenager seeking acceptance

Gaming

The Video Games That Made Me & What We Can Learn From Them

A Retrospect on…

Why I’m Republishing My Book

A (long) story about “Resistance.”

A Romantic Evening Swim in Scottish Fog and American Jazz

You cannot force a moment, just prepare and…

MEMOIR

How Privilege Saved My Life

Two white boys, a dozen cops, and some light B&E in…