The Muddler

My Grandpa Pilkerson, or Grand P as we call him, loves to tell tales about this family member or that. Tall tales. Unbelievable tales. All of us grandchildren loved them, and never believed them. Yet, we’d always hold out hope that just maybe, someday, it would be one of...

10-to-1

10. 10 days. 10 business days, that is. 10 business days and I’ll no longer be employed by “the man” and will be a full-time writer and real estate broker. Yeeeeha. 27 business days it would have been, had they stuck to their original reduction-in-force (R.I.F.) schedule of Dec...

Dispirit

I’m dreaming, and in my dream someone pulls me away from someone else while saying: “don’t talk to him, he’s a Dispirit”. Dispirit? I awake to the dogs circling the bed doing their breakfast-time dance. Even though the clock says it’s only 5:12 a.m. their internal clocks say 6:12...