How you can score your dream interview with little experience or name recognition — I am a nobody. I have very few followers on social media and no one would recognize me in the streets. While I have written for some big-name publications, I’ve never won any awards or done anything that might make my name instantly recognizable to you or a publicist. That…

But some do. — As a country, we don’t need football. We said we needed baseball, basketball, and hockey. But did the pandemic go away with their arrival? Has watching sterilized versions of each sport fixed the economy? Of course, they have made us happier. They’ve taken up our time and given us something…

Climb to safety, you and me and the baby Send our thoughts and prayers to loved ones on the ground And as the days went by we just stopped looking down, down, down The world’s on fire and we just climb higher ’Til we’re no longer bothered by the smoke…

Laziness and cowardice are two of the greatest enemies of the spiritual life. And they are most dangerous of all when they mask as “discretion.” — “Thoughts in Solitude” Page 22 It’s no small irony that my post about laziness is a few days later than I wanted it to…

One of the greatest songwriters that has ever lived passed away this week after contracting COVID-19. John Prine penned classics like “Hello in There”, “Angel from Montgomery” and “Sam Stone.” Maybe you’re not a music buff or not a big Americana fan and you aren’t familiar with Prine. Let me…

Read the first piece in this series based on passages from Thomas Merton’s Thoughts in Solitude here. The pleasure of a good act is something to be remembered — not in order to feed our complacency but in order to remind us that virtuous actions are not only possible and…

Thomas Merton was a Trappist Monk in the 20th Century whose autobiography The Seven Storey Mountain sparked a revolution that saw many young men in the late 1940s forsake their former lives to become monks themselves. He grew up in a very secular and worldly household, living all over the…

And then this angel girl played Death Cab, Radiohead, Leonard Cohen And I wept silently beneath my sunglasses She smiled softly as I wiped my tears And we floated across the sound The rain lashed and the waves crashed And when we docked I left a piece of me on that ship

a woman on a train in North Wales Loads of sugar in her coffee Lots of sex in her magazines On her third husband by 35 Guess a good man is just hard to find “Im not diabetic” she protests to her friend “I only read it to keep up…