There’s a movie coming out Friday. It’s called Thank You For Your Service. When the trailer comes on, Sam doesn’t quite watch, but he hears. And he then says, “I did that. I rode shotgun in the truck and I looked for bombs. I was very good at my job.” And without showing, without wanting to ask anymore questions, my heart breaks a … [Read more...]

Every so often someone will ask the question, “why do you write this blog?” And sometimes I also get asked “why do you like writing so much?” I can remember learning to write my name, and how excited I would get about pencils and paper. I can also remember learning to write in cursive, then writing stories, writing essays, and eventually, I wrote … [Read more...]