: About Me

I am a teacher, writer, father, husband, fisherman, surfer, reader, pacifist, and a few other things that I can't remember right now. Writing was my only passion before having my daughter, Darby, seven years ago. Since then my passions ("interests" just does not seem to fit!) have spread out into innumerable areas. I find that teaching is an indescribable high comparable to, but very different from, surfing. As a matter of fact, I find that this funky world is blessed with opportunities for an awakened and willing mind to receive enlightenment.

My passion is ...

No single thing, but all things of value.

I know too much about ...

Religion.

My parents always told me ...

Don't go outside without shoes.

My childhood ambition ...

To be a forest ranger.

My favorite memory ...

At the moment we'll go cliche and say, my daughter's birth.

Why I write ...

To change the world, my mind, and reality.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

"Beloved", "Woman Hollaring Creek", Ben Harper, Coletrane.

My first job ...

Selling fruit.

My best moment ...

Meeting my wife.

My inspiration ...

My daughter, the ocean, God, politics, tragedy, and heroism.

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Inspired by John Steinbeck

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The Pigs He was going off again. She knew how he hated to leave. The fire was dipping an swaying, lashing at the dark like a driver lashing his mules. The heat in their cabin made her breathless, but this is how he wanted it. He was sweating. She could see that he was almost out the door. He drank down a shot of his fine scotch whiskey as he ran a cleaning brush through the Springfield, 30.06's barrel. The rifle seemed to be sweating with him. "I hate for you to leave, Joe," she said. "I hate to leave." "Why you have to go, Joe?" "A man's got to feed his family." The grating swish of the c...

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