2014 was my year from hell, but also my best. — On an early day in 2014, I presented it to them with a smile on my face. My mother looked at me and said, “It’s about damn time.” “Well, mother. I am a procrastinator.” My father sat there with his nose in a book, and he smiled, too. …

I Did Nothing! — Lots of us struggle here on Medium, and it's frustrating to write and see the little reward. I’m patient and keep writing to build up my content. Little did I know that my writing efforts would pay off by writing something I never thought would amount to anything. I've been…

It sucks, but you can live with it — I hate that mask sometimes. It wakes me up at night, and I want to pull the hose out and throw the damn thing on the floor. This mask I now have to live with to control my sleep apnea. It covers my nose, and I have to keep my…

Our system is borked — Imagine working only one job and making a decent living. You have money for food, housing, clothing, entertainment, investments, and for your kids. There was a time when this was possible. It still is today, if you make a ton, most don't In the past you went to work, went…

Beat a dead horse — Medium has a bit of a problem in terms of the articles we often see the most on the site. There seems to be a glut of “self-help,” and not a whole lot of other content showing up. Self-help is a massive topic, but it’s getting a little boring if…

How to Make Some Real Progress on your Instrument — Top Reasons Why You Aren’t Progressing on Guitar Do you find yourself having difficulty learning to play guitar? I struggled a lot in the beginning to learn this crazy instrument. It’s not easy in the early days to get good. Key Points · You Don’t Use a Metronome · You have no…

My Decent into Gardening Madness — Last winter I got concerned about the rising cost of food. It was getting out of hand. My wife and I live in a condo, so we don’t have a lot of space to grow things. …

Or are Profits the Main Goal? — When I was a kid, my dad worked one job. In fact, he worked this one job for his entire life. We had enough money. I had clothes, food, and a roof over my head. …

For the Heroes — Soldiers march to a gunfire dance A sky lit by fire and spark Clutching rifles as orders bark Into a trench, eyes a trance — — — — — Into the malestorm, into the muck Crossing fingers, or counting luck Wondering if this will be the day A resting place…