My grandmother’s grandfather was a man named Andrew Rowlett. This would have been my father’s mother’s mother’s father. Rowlett was a circuit-riding Freewill Baptist preacher in the late 1800s. He rode an old yellow mule named Steve, and went from church to church, preaching around the Swifton, Arkansas area. Every year, on the first Sunday… Read More »
The second site in my new publishing venture is live. NomadInAmerica.com is the ongoing story of the year I went insane. I quit my job. I flew to Vegas. I bought an RV and I went driving around the western states, looking to figure out who I was, who I needed to be, and how… Read More »
Hey everyone. I am embarking on a new journey. An attempt to find myself, find my niche, and hopefully find a place where I belong and feel comfortable in my own shoes. The goal is establish a digital media company where the sites I write for generate enough money to allow me to keep writing… Read More »
I had a friend who used to be amazed that I could start almost any anecdote with “Back when I was a…” and then interject a career path as far flung from my current one as you could think of… over and over again. It doesn’t really speak well for my ongoing search for career… Read More »
Ok, so this blog is a little lame. Sorry. If you want all the action, you need to head over to http://hardhobbittobreak.com. All the cool kids are there!
Today’s the day we celebrate the mothers in our lives. The women who birthed us, the matriarchs who raised us, the spouses who provided our own children. It’s a day to be remembered, a day to honor the roughly half the population who did the heavy lifting when it came to populating the species. I… Read More »
A little more than 50 hours from now, I will become a father. Again. I don’t know why. Well, scratch that. I do know why. I am a huge fan of the why, and especially the how. Hey, Pumba! Not in front of the kids! What I mean is, I don’t know WHY I decided… Read More »
Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand. The gold and the rainbow, but nothing panned out as I planned. They say it’s never too late but you don’t get any younger. I better learn how starve the emptiness and feed the hunger.” Here I am, back at square one. Last year,… Read More »