Could Ponyboy stay gold in this pandemic, apocryphal world? Can we? What’s gold?
Gold glitters in the sand on a youthful, innocent stroll at the beach. Gold's the trace of a lover's finger upon his loved one's cheek, glowing with devotion and unsullied in the moment. Gold's low lights in a coffee shop, enveloped by warmth and the scent of freshly ground beans and cocoa. [...]
No, We Can’t Always All Get Along
Having a 98th percentile IQ confirms only that one is a fast thinker, not that one knows a heck of a lot. Though I might quickly be able to answer a trivia question, I often can barely function logically. One need only to look around at any university
Long-Lost Talent
I’ve begun taking piano lessons again. I used to play well, but have all-but-forgotten after 20 years of atrophy. We meet once a week and work through a simple book of scales, exercises and elementary etudes. With the ferocity of someone
Temper, Temper
My mother used to tell me to watch my temper; I try, I really do. But sometimes I don’t succeed. How is this temper manifested? My first recollection of watch was when I was 3 years old. My sister had a new tricycle; I remember walking along
Tell The Untold Story, Sir
Start at the very beginning and hone your writing skills by telling tales in short formats. Life is made up of stories, so it’s no wonder so many of us want to tell our own. Most of us have considered writing a book, but where do we start?
Boost Your Creativity, Sir
Try these proven strategies to think, play, write, dance, invent, or anything else you want to do creatively, outside the proverbial box. Prepare your mind for creative thoughts by continually learning new things. Always been curious about glassblowing or hypnosis
Plan Your Makeover, Sir
Admit that some parts of you are sabotaging what the rest of you wants. Then make concrete goals each week that’ll pull your thoughts, feelings and behaviors in alignment with your desired traits. If you want to be nicer
Howl of the Full Moon
The first emotion I had felt when I saw him was not lust, but fear. Stark, cold, going to die fear. Moments before I had seen him, I had heard him growling in the enveloping darkness. Fool that I was, I had taken an unfamiliar trail, too close to night.