When life gives you an absurd philosophy, find a few lemons and squeeze them into your gin and tonic. It’s what’s meant to be.

When plans change, my friend Bob—the poet, Robert Burns—taught me how to roll.

Author Alan Sillitoe has inspired many people with his short story about a long-distance runner. Including me. And I gave up jogging years ago.

After a two-month blogging hiatus, thanks to Day Job Hell, I’m finally back and ready to catch up. Even if it’s only to appease my webmistress.

Sometimes the success of others can shine a bright light on our, well, lack of success. It’s okay. It’s natural even. Here’s how to handle it.

Where can I get my hands on a magic lamp and a genie to grant wishes? You know, to help with the whole timing thing.

Journey with me back in time. But only to three years ago. My time machine isn’t that advanced.

Timing is everything when it comes to writing and, well, almost everything else in life.

There’s nothing quite like sinking your teeth into a new book, especially one that comes highly recommended from a friend.

It’s Mardi Gras, which means the race is on for who can be the loudest, most obnoxious drunk in the place. I don’t plan on winning.