Cherry Blossoms and Stevie Wonder

There’s a point in life, and I think almost all of us reach it, where you realize, bluntly and with a cold finality, that you are not going ...

Jacob Webster felt the thrill of anticipation approaching like the nighttime glow of city lights on a fast horizon. Waiting on the empty tar...

This is a piece of non-fiction I wrote about two weeks ago. Being non-fiction, it is less polished, and tends to ramble a bit. But I think i...