And now for something completely different: a parable! As expected, winter descended upon Tulsa's Zink Park, and with it, the last of the leaves tumbled from...

You see here the latest irony in a life full of ironies – my copy of In Cold Blood, stained with my own cold blood. This macabre keepsake resulted from anoth...

There I was, a new century unfolding, and I deemed myself a total failure. That had nothing to do with my writing ambitions, futile though they seemed after ...

There I was, the ‘80s rolling to an end, my novel The Prophet and the Dove complete after nearly three years of research, editing, and balancing proofreader ...

There I was, not even 30 years old, yet stuck in a life crisis. Let’s reset the stage for those who didn’t read the last blog (although I would recommend doi...

In just a few days my novel The Prophet and the Dove will get its worldwide release. It marks a career milestone… and a very personal tale. All my life I wan...

This just in on the recycling front: Used dryer sheets make lousy Kleenexes. It's true, according to the latest report from our sustainable research departme...

"Hey, you! What are you doing, laying in the street in front of my house?" "Trying to photograph a rainbow." "Oh, really?" "Really." "What rainbow?" "From yo...

I have a friend who keeps his workspace filled with spare briefcases, bow ties, books, hats, plaques, trophies, sports keepsakes, and other things that gathe...

A few years back, a friend asked me to name my three most influential books, which got me to pondering. I responded with the first 19 that came to mind, not ...

I've been told I haven't shared enough stories lately, so here goes. A week ago – well, actually it was a bit longer than that, but that detail opens more do...

Today I received a friendly reminder that I talk too much, and in doing so, mess up life for everyone involved. My lesson started as I melted away still more...

I tried my first Burger Street today. Double beef, double cheese, pickles and ketchup only, on a plain bun -- no toasting, no buttering, no grilling... just ...

You see here a little guy I crossed paths with. He started to scamper away as I walked up, then froze before this bush. His long ears twitched as I stopped a...

Welcome to “Forgoing Tradition,” an alternative history tale I penned some 20 years ago. I intended this short story as the first chapter in a literary march...

Whenever sadness catches me behind the wheel, I adjust my navigation system to the satellite view. From that soaring perspective, my starting and ending poin...

Hello there! I thought I'd spend a blog or two answering incoming mail, real or imagined, not counting bills. So let's start with a frequent question: How wo...

Living alone gave me the freedom to stow away boxes just about anywhere my mind could find space. Now I admit that's not a great asset to tout, but one must ...

A friend of mine challenged my recent "love" blog, pointing to how the Bible tells us to live and act in fear of God. This friend sought – in practice, if no...

This is a message for Christians. I hope others may gain something from it, but that resides with their heart and choice, as in truth all things do. So let u...