On trying to figure out how I should roll and in what — Since my 2012, metallic chocolate brown Fiat, with only forty-seven thousand miles on it is now in that big junkyard in the sky, I am searching for a new, used car. For seven years, I tooled around in my “Chocolate Kiss,” loving the sunroof that I never used, the front…

I follow, but it appears you’re under wraps, much like me — For several weeks, I’ve noticed that when I open the Medium app to check my morning feed, there’s precious little of interest to read, or even skim. For me. Also, I’m seeing articles promoted in publications I’ve stopped following. One, in particular, has been showing up on the reg. Instead…

WTF happened? — For those writers here who were born in the Monolithic era, like me, no doubt you’ll recall a time when you searched for freelance writing gigs, connected with a potential buyer, forwarded whatever shit they asked for and that was it. Either you got the work, or you didn’t. Now…

Read on for the answer. — Hell no. Two simple words that, hopefully, speak volumes to those of you who are super-excited over the thought of jumping into this oh-so-new-and-trendy fray. (I was going to say “fuck no,” but I held back.) Let’s see. “Fediverse.” Is that a secluded place where federal employees go to unwind? How about…

Taking a teensy bit of pleasure in a Hollywood loss — As entertainment industry awards programs go, I haven’t been a fan in years. To me, they're mostly bullshit. Winner after winner simulating incredulity that the heavens finally shone down upon them. Gasping their thanks to parents, wives, kids, agents, producers, and their childhood pet turtle that took off for the…

If you watch “George and Tammy,” watch it alone — I’ll get to the reason for that rather cryptic subtitle in a moment, so please, bear with me. With the exception of Johnny Cash (who did it all), Patsy Cline, and Dwight Yoakum, country music has never been my thing. I’m a rocker at heart and never delved into the…

Unless writing 5,000 words for zip is your jam — Yesterday, I was scrolling through all the crap in my Gmail, when I came across this nugget, with a subject line bleating, Not A Goodbye, But A “See You Soon!” Hey there Sherry, We know that life can get busy, but we’ve noticed that you have not yet requested a…

On the bullshit we tell ourselves, and each other — It’s the end of the year and I’m going to my dark place. The place where I beat the crap out of myself for being what I consider, a failure. Not as a human being, per se, but as someone who had so many dreams for my “creative bent,” and…