Fictional story of the early days of Gideon's bibles, prompted by the Beatles song Rocky Racoon, where Rocky "checked into a room, only to find Gideon's bible."

How a disturbing Christmas letter from my mother revealed gender roles.

My anxiety is soothed by a marathon session of Beatles music on a long car ride.  

Tracking the Beatles' evolution through the use of the scream.

As typewriters evolved, so did I.

The secrets of Mark Twain's success extrapolated to the digital age.

A random wooden pen on my desk, imprinted with the phrase "I Think," leads me to consider its provenance and its message.

A writing prompt to contemplate my hand sends me deep into curiosity about opposable thumbs, wrinkles, age spots, and the broken life line on my hand.

After 50 years, I finally have found my own meaning for William Carlos Williams' famous 16 word poem about chickens and a red wheelbarrow.

Can I make the case that the ostrich is the epitome of elegance.  I accept the challenge.