For years now, I have researched and written a series of short stories entitled "Killing Kennedys," a direct quote from something Jackie Kennedy Onassis once said. I also have a series of short stories in that series about the many women victimized by the Kennedy men and the machine in and around them. This is one. Today would have been the 100th birthday of Marilyn Monroe, and in her memory, here is my story, based on years and years of research and study, on how I believe M

Bartholomew "Barty" Butterfield adjusted his phone, trying to get the perfect angle for his profile picture. His reflection in the cracked screen showed a man-child with a perpetual deer-in-headlights expression, clutching a slightly deflated inflatable flamingo. "Needs more… enigma tic allure," he muttered, tilting his head. "Like I'm deep, but also ready for a spontaneous pool party. With... this flamingo." His bio, carefully crafted after an hour of intense self-reflection

Dedicated to Henry Browning, this is based on real events in your Grandfather Browning's Christmas. The time and setting have changed, but the spirit and story are the same. The most important lesson I ever learned didn't come from a textbook or a sermon; it came from a stack of small, green paper squares and the steadfast faith of my Granny Holman. Even now, in my sixties, I can still see those stamps perfectly—each one bearing the distinctive S&H logo, a tiny token of long-

I'M BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN, but first.... This Blog is dedicated to the late Harvey Wilson: Christian. Friend, Writer. I’m a writer with two feet firmly planted in two different worlds—the traditionally published and the indie press. I'm a hybrid author. Yet, my training began in the pre-digital age: I trained as a journalist when the Internet wasn't even a common word, and concepts like digital publishing, indie writing, or citizen journalists were completely foreign. Th