In this next installment of winter house, we find a family of immigrants, whose patriarch only wants what is best for their future. But in order to secure that dream, he will have to make a choice.
A recounting of my recent excursion to Chicago to attend the Chicago Comic and Entertainment Expo. Comic cons are no different than film festivals where independent artists are trying to share their vision of an expression of life. They’re no different than throwing on a jersey, heading to downtown Indy to day drink, and then […]
The third and final part of my series on a recent trip to Rome, why it’s important to travel, and how we can appreciate our homes when we return. I did my best to express my gratitude for the patience shown to us when we had no idea what we were reading on labels in […]
In my previous piece I mentioned the difference between cruising several countries in a week, and actually walking past the docks into the city you’re supposed to be visiting. I’ve never been on a cruise, so I suppose you have to consider my opinion as biased. But the reality is, there is a stark difference between […]
The next chapter of my serial novel takes a turn, discovering unforeseen origins, for better or for worse. August 13th, 1812 As assigned by General Harrison, I have taken command of Fort Harrison along the Wabash River. My accomplishments at Tippecanoe have warranted my promotion. I shall see to it that I serve well. […]
The first of a three-part series about the importance of leaving your home, traveling abroad, and immersing yourself in a little history.
Bobby walked down to peek over Jerry’s shoulder. Trina’s room was drowning in pink. The curtains on the windows were pink with polkadots. The sheets on her bed were pink with flowers. There was even a rug that was pink and white swirling in circles. Bobby shuddered, thankful he didn’t have an eight year old sister. Trina was sitting on her bed, brushing the hair of a baby doll. She looked pale.