On our first night in Prague, we went to a bar we found in a New York Times article. Edward, the owner and tender of the bar, was zealous about cocktails. He prepared Lauren a sour using Czech Pear Brandy, and he made me the best Manhattan of my life with Nikka whiskey. Edward was …
Visiting Copenhagen
Danish is an impossibly hard-to-understand language. Everyone is walking around speaking gibberish. It reminds of old video games where the characters talk with a bunch of syllables instead of actual words. All these years later, I’m thinking maybe they were just speaking Danish in those games. Here are a few other observations from visiting Copenhagen, Denmark. …
Traffic & Traction: Online Marketing
Web traffic fuels your business. Without traffic, you have no visitors to convert. With no conversions, your website is a billboard in a crowd of signs. The importance of traffic is easy to understand, but the process of gaining traffic can be confusing. Visitor count is one of the most common misunderstandings. If your website …
Short Story: Finding Grace
Hope floats like a buoy. Most of the time, it gently rocks up and down, but other times, when storms roll through, hope can drown in your heart. This was one of those times. Mark’s hope was dead. Credit card bills were piling up next to medical bills. His phone beeped incessantly with voicemails. He …
A Small Seaside Thought
When you’re standing at the foot of the ocean, you’re occupying an ancient space. The wind dancing on your skin. The rhythm of waves echoing in your ears. The salt gently burning your nose. It’s a moment we share with the hundreds of thousands of generations that came before us. …
Dream Log: A Cat
Let’s just say there was a cat. He was wearing a hip-hop outfit. He had on a leash, but it failed to contain his agenda. We were in a different world where you could hop from planet to planet. I don’t remember the cat’s name, but I remember, when I lost him, I was very …
Dream Log: Caterpillar
I hate to spoil the end of this story, but I meet a superhero at the end. I’m a caterpillar. I have a million little legs. The first thing I notice is how skinny these legs are. Then I notice how well they all work together. My ass is still fat, but I’m okay with …
Dream Log: Framed
We are lined up, dressed for prom and waiting for our names to be called. We are outside Windermere Union. It’s night time. My shoes are dusted from the walk. I look around a recognize everyone, but not from high school. This is our 20th reunion for Windermere Union Pre-school class of 1990. As our …
Short Story: Another Level*
*This is a creative short story, and in no way a recount of real events. The names may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent. When a hippy band of wandering, barefooted, personal-hygiene-deprived musicians announced their arrival in the city, a plan was proposed. A certain herb with euphoric and up-lifting capabilities …
Short Story: Marked Off
This is a product of my creative writing class in college. It was met with much acclaim by teacher and classmates alike. Mark’s mornings all start the same. The alarm rings. He hits the snooze button. Five minutes later, the alarm rings. He hits the snooze button. Ten minutes later, the alarm rings, and instead …