Prose.

Prose. I have always wondered at this word. It is endlessly intellectual. Eloquent. A word that seems to exist in a higher heaven than I. An assignment at university demands: “use your best prose.” What prose? I was not issued prose like socks from a military supply room. I do not slip my feet into…

Three months at a book store

A little over three months ago, I took a part time position in a book store. This is a reflection on that time... Most of the employees who hold my same position are either in high school, or about to graduate. There are one or two in their early twenties who are also plodding through…

What would I tell myself?

Earlier today, I was surfing Twitter, as I usually do when I'm smoking or trying to avoid doing something. (I'm @written_lit. Check me out!) Anyway, one of the Twits I follow in the #WritingCommunity posted a question: If you could give your 21-year-old self advice, what would it be? Normally, I would tweet something pithy…

Pen names, per chance?

Spring break is upon us in northern Virginia, and I am at home this week with all six of the kids. I've often envied my wife that she is permitted to leave the house each day for work, unfettered by children. Though they can be tiresome and emotionally taxing, I enjoy the moments I have…