In Gratitude…


This past weekend I attended the first annual Washington-Metro Dachtoberfest in Frederick, Maryland. There were lots of fun events, informative presentations and vendors selling everything from hand-made leashes and dog beds to gourmet dog cookies and custom-made dog portraits. Essentially, it was long, short and wirehaired nirvana for those of us who spend far too much time with, and way too much money on, our Dachshunds. It was hard not to be impressed by the sight of 500 Dachshunds strutting about as if each and every one of them was top dog. But it was also sort of silly. I mean, we are talking Dachshunds here. Not exactly the prototypical dog. At no point during … [Read more...]

In Gratitude


More often than not, here’s how it worked. I would write a single sentence. Upon completing that sentence I would read it. Then stare at it. Then, I would delete it. I would then rewrite the sentence. After rewriting it I would read it again. After several more minutes of staring at the sentence I would begin writing a second sentence. I would then read the second sentence - and delete the second sentence. And the first sentence. Then, I would stare at the space where the two sentences briefly resided for several minutes, before attempting to write the first sentence again. That’s pretty much how it went. I have not altered that description in any way to make it … [Read more...]

She is the one


There are many pieces of advice for writers that have been passed down over time. One that has always stuck with me is the notion of writing for just one person. The reasoning behind it is that it’s far less daunting a task to write with a single person in mind versus a potential audience of thousands – or millions! You’re supposed to imagine a person that you think would adore the book that you’re writing which, in my case, would be a reader who loves Dachshunds, self-deprecating humor, snarky sarcasm and an overall negative perspective on life. Oh, trust me – they’re out there! But, I also wanted a reader who would take their time, savoring every word, and not someone … [Read more...]

Out From Under


Some mornings I don’t feel like getting out from under the covers. Wait! That’s a lie. Most mornings I don’t feel like getting out from under the covers. It’s all just become so draining. The news of the day is an inexhaustible loop of man’s inhumanity against his fellow man. Television is nothing but contests and confrontation. Prices continue to rise, our political system is a joke and my house is doing an Oscar-caliber impression of the Titanic. Yes, please, I’ll take the dark, cocoon-like folds of my comforter to the harsh realities of the world any day. Of course, that behavior is nothing new to Molly. As many of you already know, Dachshunds were bred to aid … [Read more...]

25mg of Molly


I have a tendency to be a bit, shall we say, negative. To those of you that know me you should probably stop nodding your head so vigorously lest you slip a cervical disk, or something. Yes, I’m reliably moody and consistently cranky. I’ve even heard the word curmudgeon bandied about, as of late. I’m sure it won’t be long before I start yelling at those damn kids in my neighborhood to stay the hell off my lawn! My wife will gladly attest to the fact that, for the first couple years of our marriage she didn’t even know I had teeth. Silver linings are not in my color spectrum, my glass is perpetually half empty and, as much as I enjoy the entire Monty Python canon, I … [Read more...]