The Story of Johnny Sidney, Police Detective is a radio play I did as a school project a million years ago. So much of the past gets lost in the blur of Long Ago, but the making of this recording...

Fifty-one years later and now I know. Paperback Writer is a query letter. (I never knew what a query letter was until I started writing them myself in my ongoing quest to get my books published.)...

Here is a little cool thing I’m able to do once a year. The company I work for, First Generation, sponsors a moment during Lehigh Valley Phantoms hockey games, when they honor someone who has...

Men in suits came to the office today. They were in the conference room, with the door closed. Nothing listed on the corporate calendar. Nothing mentioned in the weekly staff meeting. There they...

I remember my dad taking my brothers and me to Lehigh University football games on Saturday afternoons back when I was a kid. Taylor Stadium (gone now) might as well have been a coliseum; the grass...

It was Sunday afternoon and I was down at the creek with my brothers goofing off. That’s what you did when it was July, you were eleven years old, and it was 1969. When I think about it today...

In May of 2017, Laura, Max and I embarked on a three week drive across the county. And here’s proof.

The story of why it took twelve years for our son to meet his full-blooded brother for the first time is a long one that will be written on another day. But on this day … this sad, horrible, unfair...

It’s something my brother, Jonathan, said to me. I was deep into a video project that a client was ruining by suggesting horrible changes—stripping the heart and soul from the piece. It was a...

Everything has a beginning. You are here at the beginning of this.