Right On The Noggin

Right On The Noggin

Earlier today I went out for a jog. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and I plugged in my headphones, felt the brisk air on my skin and marveled at the fall colors burning across the hills. I’ve had a lot on my mind lately—work, money, auto repairs, Republicans—and...
On, The Novel, or You Can Call Me Al

On, The Novel, or You Can Call Me Al

This isn’t a subject I write about often because it’s a convoluted and complicated mess. But, like everyone else around, I have a father. I didn’t grow up with this man, and in fact only met him for the first time several years ago. Without getting...