Growing up in South Florida provided many experiences that left indelible impressions on me.
Like that one morning my house violently shook from the Midas Muffler shop explosion that occurred miles away in Davie, to visiting the aftermath of the explosion and ensuing fire from the Amtrak train that collided with a Hess gas truck on the tracks in Ft. Lauderdale. From the Adam Walsh kidnapping at the local Sears Mall in Hollywood when I was a child, to the time when I was teenager that a man who’d been following me around the Broward Mall tried luring me to…
You’re sipping coffee in a cafe when you notice a woman at another table get up to get a napkin, leaving her coffee unattended on the table. As she does, a man walks by her table, pours an unknown liquid from a vial into the woman’s coffee, and quickly exits the shop. You immediately warn this woman of what just happened.
What you just did is . . .
You may have saved that woman’s life.
What that man slipped into that woman’s coffee is none of your business. It’s between him and her. Quit interfering with other people’s lives.
“There is a time for stories, and there is a time for rational arguments, and the skill we need lies in knowing which to use, and when.” — Os Guinnesse
I recently came across an article by Mark Tapson who wrote:
“The most compelling science fiction is that in which the core of the story is not the threat of hostile aliens or Death Stars, but the dangers posed by our own humanity.”
And there are few better examples of such compelling science fiction than the old Twilight Zone series where Rod Serling often used fictional threats—like aliens—to shine a…
This article will not a be a long-winded diatribe, but instead, it will be a quick and to-the-point itemization pointing readers to the reasons why those — who are still able to think critically — are no longer buying into this contrived pandemic.
When you passed unconstitutional edicts demanding that we constantly wear masks, obey social distancing, stop traveling, and stop gathering in groups, yet you are caught time and time again not wearing a mask and not social distancing as you travel wherever you want and gather in large groups . . . you lost all credibility.
There are three guarantees in a writer’s life:
3). No one will care you wrote a book
I know, I know. I’m a killjoy, but someone has to be the indie publishing equivalent of the little boy announcing the emperor is parading around without clothes.
Like you, I love to write and hope to be wildly successful at it one day (i.e. be able to quit my day job), but oftentimes discouragement creeps in faster than water through a screen door on a submarine. So indie authors must prepare themselves by hoping for the best, but…
What’s the quickest way to suck the joy out of life? Politicize everything. And I mean everything. Having a conversation about strawberries at the local farmer’s market? Politicize it. Enjoying a nice cruise down a slow moving river with a group of kayakers? Politicize it.
When everything is politicized—from Christmas songs to Star Wars to football — you know the Frankfurt School’s offspring of Critical Theory has been a success.
After I joined Medium in August of 2018, it didn’t take me long to realize I was in the middle of a political echo chamber. And within a few months…
Like every parent, my life is filled with making choices for my children. I just never imagined willfully disfiguring my son would be one of them.
It all began last summer when my wife and I noticed our five-year-old son was experiencing pain in his leg whenever he walked and played. We dismissed it as growing pains or just a minor injury that he would promptly recover from. However, when his discomfort—and his limp—didn’t go away, we took him to get checked out. It was supposed to be a simple doctor visit.
It turned out to be cancer.
“The welfare of humanity is always the alibi of tyrants.” — Albert Camus
This article intends to highlight ten observations about the global Covid-19 event that not enough people are talking about. Six of these observations are positive (what I consider silver linings) and four of them are negative (grey clouds). And to be honest, some of the grey clouds terrify me and should terrify you . . . if you’re paying attention.
Let’s begin with the good news.
This is definitely not what I’d call a fair trade-off under these circumstances, and I would go back to crowded supermarkets…
In spite of all the pandemonium surrounding the reported Coronavirus pandemic, the following three coincidences haven’t escaped the notice of those who are paying attention to the man behind the curtain.
In 2019, a little gathering known as the Hong Kong protests had been raging in China for months (you may have heard about it). These protests were dragging on and showing no sign of letting up, when all of a sudden a virus conveniently emerged out of nowhere putting an immediate damper on those pesky liberty-loving protestors.
The virus has made its way to the United States just in…
Behind a Frowning Providence, He Hides a Smiling Face
“Ministers never write or preach so well, as when under the cross.” — George Whitfield
I don’t know why, but I’ve always gravitated toward those who’ve endured suffering—far and above those whose lives are generally considered perfect.
Whenever I’m in the presence of anyone who’s been forever altered by a life of suffering, I am inexplicably drawn to them. They are beautiful and they possess a depth to their souls that causes them to stand out in the midst of everyone around them—a depth that only profound suffering can produce. …