The Best Of You

Eight months. It’s been eight long months since last I wrote you, and even then the posts have been about the crazyscary aspects of The Job, and very little about the soul. Essays from times in the recent past have focused on the hard journey towards love (like these old …

Lift With Your Heart, Not Your Back

One year ago today I wrote this essay right here. It was about embracing your inner weirdo, forging forward through failure and a promise to be by your side as we stumbled through 2016. It was a story not of false hope but that through it all, we’d grow together. …

A Muse Me

“Spend your years/ Spend your time/ With all these tears/ Not all were mine”* N. Rateliff, “Thank you” Gratitude and ego. Forever there is a balance to strike, these two dogs growling and circling in our minds, and in equal measure I’ve written about both. And, like lunar cycles, we …

L’eggo My Ego

SO much good is afloat. So much for which to nod our heads humbly and be grateful. According to something written down somewhere gratitude is one of the highest forms of passion, for the person that lives from a grateful standpoint is one without limits and limiting factors. I think …

Everywhere Signs

Like a scene from some Norman Rockwell painting of the Midwest, I was sitting on the porch stoop enjoying some watermelon while lightning bugs began their twilight mating rituals, tiny Vegas signs beckoning members of the opposite sex with bright lights and the promise of a good time. It should …

To Soar Again For The First Time

“Did she push you off the cliff after taking the picture?”       -“Something like that, but not” “You’re still alive, that’s what matters. Although, knowing you, you’d just figure out how to fly on the way down, anyways.” It was singularly the kindest thing I’d heard in a while …

Fire In The Soul & A Heart On The Run

“So, a fireman walks into a tattoo joint called “Hearts of Fire”…..” And thus begins a joke that has never been told. Mostly because it’s not a joke, but partly because the journey, like so many before, is unpredictable at best. It began so long ago, and the path has …

Paper Tigers In The Golden Cage

And another Sunday is spent at the firehouse, and with it, the promise of less radio chatter, fewer demands, and more time for the mind to roam across our own plains. Even our usual clientele seems less inclined to dial 911 on this day; it’s as though they are intuitively gearing up …

The Navigator

*insert witty, heartfelt statement about life being a journey, not a destination* “For all of your suffering No one gives a good goddamn It’s all about the money, son We doubt you understand”  R. Bingham A friend, a good and dear friend, came home the other day to be told …

Shelf Life

“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity.” A. Einstein The first essay in this new year should be a song of unending optimism, right? In …