A Neighborhood Treasure

A portrait of my backyard bar called Lee Harvey’s, what is has to offer, and why I love it so.
Feb 25, 2010 | Categories: Short Stories | Tags: Dallas, Lee Harvey's, Neighborhood Treasure, Texas, The Cedars | Leave A Comment »
Zimbabwe Soirée

A few summers ago, I spent a handful of days in Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe between filming assignments. In that charming, but unlikely place, I met a beautiful young woman named Claire. Tall and slender with skin kissed by the African sun, she was smart, funny, and spoke fluent French. She drove an old safari land [...]
Feb 11, 2010 | Categories: Short Stories | Tags: February 2010, Short Story, Zimbabwe | Leave A Comment »
Stone Bottoms are Best

Summers in Texas are hot; blisteringly hot. It is the kind of heat that can only be battled by a jump into the local lake, or a pool, and in this case, a stone bottom pool.
This pool was our Summer sanctuary; a serene, tree shaded, backyard aquifer that gifted us with refreshing Summer swims and [...]
Jan 14, 2010 | Categories: Short Stories | Tags: Dallas, January 2010, Short Story, Texas | Leave A Comment »
Ruaha River Reflection

An elaboration on my first assignment in Africa, and the lasting effect that it had on me.
Dec 22, 2009 | Categories: Photo Essays, Short Stories | Tags: Africa, December 2009, Ruaha, Short Story, Tanzania | Leave A Comment »
Ssese Island Sensitivity

I am aboard a “barge”, (as the word ferry is sometimes, well, too fairy) flotsaming across the great Lake Victoria in Uganda, towards the Ssese Islands.
Having the time to ingest numerous books and films in my African wilderness isolation has brought to my attention how affected I can be by music, literature, and film, and [...]
Jun 30, 2009 | Categories: Short Stories, Travel Tales, Uganda | Tags: Africa, June 2009, Ssese Islands, Uganda | 1 Comment »
Rest in Peace Roxanne
Sitting by my window reading a book, I heard two men talking as they walked down the street. Their words floated in through my open window unseen, but were deeply felt. From the sound of their voices, I imagined them to be elderly black men, speaking in that endearing southern country drawl that makes you [...]
Feb 03, 2009 | Categories: Short Stories | Tags: Dallas, February 2009, Texas | Leave A Comment »
