I love ambient street sounds. Listening to St Patrick’s Day in downtown Columbus yesterday reminded me of Dallas. Maybe it was the Church Bells and police sirens. Regardless, it’s what led me on a ...

The weekend was planned out loosely and packed with really cool stuff to do in Washington DC for the Pride March. That’s what they remained though, unrealized plans. Life presented itself with a de...

Mushrooms remind me of a school teacher and her husband whom I used to work for in Cincinnati during the mid 1990’s. Together they assembled a distinct fine wine and craft beer portfolio which adde...

I started using frameworks about four years ago upon being introduced to Spring in a Java shop. At first it felt like that ill fitting pair of pants. What it did though was change how I looked at m...

I wrote a lot about gratitude in 2016. This is the same topic that came up earlier this year as far as jotting down few notes every day toward recording the things for which we feel grateful. I too...

I was working on the High School paper back in my senior year in 1986 when I first heard about “gay cancer.” This was just after I had gone to a retreat with some of my peers and had my first kiss ...

I had another opportunity to run with my cousin Chelssie this past Friday. It was a beautiful Friday night on the eve of the Pride March. We were treated to sunny summer weather with a nice breeze....

I have a handful of corroded memories from my childhood intermixed with imaginations and interjection. My mothers first marriage fell apart on Davis St back in Marion Ohio. She is naturally very pr...

Two points during a great conversation with very dear friends at a French restaurant in The Bishops Art’s District this afternoon. “Do you think everyone has the capacity for creativity?” Next an o...

Two years ago we moved back home from Texas to Ohio. I’ll never forget the night before we drove back. It was Thanksgiving. Most of our years in Dallas were spent together, sedentary after work, or...