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In moments of frustration I come back to one word:

Process. Continue reading “Writing 1,000,000 Words”

Last week I mentioned a difficult decision confronting me: should I, or should I not, run the Tough Mudder? I mentioned my lack of affinity for cold water, and the fact that I am in terrible shape. I took all of your feedback into account (extremely professional, by the way). I also spoke with various friends, a few of whom are going to be running in the event that day.

And I made my decision. Continue reading “The Verdict on Whether or not I Will Run the Tough Mudder”

The empty field grabbed my attention and slowed my jog to a walk. I couldn’t help but stare at the lush grass now watermelon green after the recent hurricane.

A few of the girls died outside the schoolhouse, I thought to myself. I wonder where?

But there’s no sign a schoolhouse ever existed there – only a large, warped tree, a few fences, a few grazing animals. Continue reading “The Most Costly Decision You’ll Ever Make”

Detour.

I’m not a big fan of that word.

So when a row of orange cones and a large Detour sign told me that 322 East had succumbed to the turbulent influences of Irene, I wasn’t happy. My friend needed to get to the Philadelphia airport, and that Detour sent us off the familiar path. Continue reading “When Your Detour is Someone Else’s Destination”

There are lots of good people out there. I’m fortunate enough to be friends with more than my fair share of them. Here are five friends who either have books coming out now, or will soon:
Continue reading “Five Friends and Five Books You Should Read”

For the last four days I hung out with an unlikely friend.

His skin is the same rich color as the Mexican earth from which his ancestors eked a living. His hair is so black it soaks up the light – all except the thin, crescent-shaped scar, subtle as the small stream that runs past my house, hidden in the undergrowth. On his face is etched the pride of a Native American chief, the kindness of a paisano, the mental quickness of some desert fox.

Twenty-two years ago, on a small airstrip in South America, a Panamanian soldier shot him in the head. Continue reading “The Most Unlikely Friend”