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Four dads, few beers in, and a question nobody won.
Four of us, few beers in, and somehow we ended up on one of those topics that has no business coming up on a Friday night but won't let go once it does. If you got a terminal diagnosis (God forbid), would you let your teenage kid go through the whole thing with you? The appointments, the decline, the long goodbye. Or would you disappear, cut everyone off, and spare them the front row seat to that? We split right down the middle. Two of us said leaving would be the most coward
Apr 11 min read
Why I Wrote The Cost of Almost
Some people ruin their lives with terrible decisions. Others ruin them by never deciding anything at all. I’ve always been fascinated by the second group. Usually, they aren’t the reckless types who crash spectacularly, but the careful ones. The thoughtful ones. The decent ones. They tend to spend their lives trying not to hurt anyone… and somehow end up hurting everyone anyway. They hesitate. They adjust. They wait until the right moment. And while they wait, life moves on w
Mar 102 min read
Dear Reader: It Was the Marketing, Not the Murder.
Well, writers and readers are two different planets locked in the same chaotic orbit, colliding in a wild dance of likes, dislikes, and...
May 23, 20252 min read
The Indie Author’s Rollercoaster
Being an indie author means flying solo, without the safety net of a publishing house or literary agent. Many people think that writing a...
Jul 10, 20242 min read
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