Not bullshit
The opening line from the book, Nothing to be Frightened Of, by Julian Barnes, is this: I don't believe in God, but I miss Him. It's a sentence—and sentiment, too—that comes to my mind a couple of times a year, although never in terms
Autobiography is only to be trusted when it reveals something disgraceful. A man who gives a good account of himself is probably lying, since any life when viewed from the inside is simply a series of defeats. — George Orwell I came across this quote in the opening pages of I
Well, Maybe Just This Once: A Follow Up to Why I Decided to Publish My Novel Online In December 2022 I wrote a piece about my decision to publish my novel, The Dead Lion, online. The reasons I gave back then for doing so concerned maintaining creative control, making an
Hi there and happy Labor Day! In a time where the ideas of strength, prosperity and well-being are being re-written to apply only to some, not everyone, I hope you find on this occasion the chance to recognize and give tribute to your own contributions and achievements toward
The Endearing (and awesome) Lava Flows of Mount Etna I've been reading a lot about nature lately. One speaks to the universal kind found out there under the big blue sky. Think trees and bodies of water. Overall our engagement with these environments is on the decline, but
Let a man walk ten miles steadily on a hot summer's day along a dusty English road, and he will soon discover why beer was invented. — Gilbert K. Chesterton So here we are, back in Sicily now these past couple of months, trying our best to return to