We stood next to the public bathroom facing each other on a sunny yet cool spring day. We were too older men looking sharp in our cycling kits at a park taking a break from our Sunday ride. …

A Life Lesson — It is noon, 6 days since leaving home, 5 days of business travel, 4 hours into my travel day, and 3 months into my 58th year. I’m standing at the 2nd urinal from the right in the restroom on the B concourse at Cincinnati Airport, frantically searching with my left…

I suck at humor. Everything out of my head these days seems to be serious and past attempts at writing funny stories have failed miserably. For example, everything in my Medium draft queue at the moment is serious. Topics include: A short story about lying in a society constructed around…

There is something magical about the emptiness of the desert canyon lands of southwest Utah. So much so that my wife and I are continually drawn to this wilderness to disconnect from life’s noise and reconnect with reality. A perfect way to enjoy Thanksgiving. “When a man moves away from…

He completed his first-ever 5k, donned the metal, grabbed a bottle of water, and walked to his car where he sat and cried. About 5 years ago, he had picked up an extra shift to earn money to pay for the holiday season. …

My wife and I love the outdoors. Submersing ourselves in nature is our favorite escape from the annoying noises of life. Peace to us is defined, not as zero sounds where it's so quiet your ears hum, but at that place where all you hear when you stop and listen…

My name is unique. It began as the maiden name of a distant French Jewish ancestor and then was made a middle name several generations back. The legal form of the name has now been used through 4 generations which some say is a southern thing, but I was simply…

Ominous grey skies hovered low above us while we stood along the sloped beach above the small slow breaking waves. The staged colorful kayaks provided a slight yet vibrant splash of color to the morning. The sand beneath our feet remained cool and wet from the night’s relentless rain. …

My wife likes to say I am a collector of things, to which I disagree. My position is that a serious collector of things would have lots of things. A serious collector of things is way more disciplined and organized in approach as to the types of things they collect…