This was written a while ago, pre-pandemic; my perspective has changed some, yet I still write of the damaged and broken and now I wonder how much worse some people are.
The last scene of "War Springs Eternal," was a dream and in the dream, the main character was Ernest Hemingway.{I had been reading a biography.} The dream was so vivid, that when I woke, I grabbed my cellphone, opened my memo app, hit the microphone icon and immediatel...
We can’t escape the headlines of mass murders occurring in our schools. The very place where children are sent to be educated. The very place where they should be safe and free from danger.
I am a self-published storyteller, not under contract by a major publishing house and have sold a very limited amount of books. In the literary world I am insignificant. That is the truth, but that truth doesn’t change the reality that I am a storyteller.
