That's right, readers. I feel as if I owe you guys an apology. It's been a hell of a week for me—heck, it's been a hell of a m...

Guys ask me about my fantasies a lot. I’m not quite sure what to tell them. I tend not to fantasize about stuff I’ve done, or especially t...

I’d seen the number on the restroom wall. On all the restroom walls, actually. The guy who’d scrawled it there in black marker had advertise...

Before Scruffy, there was Joey. I always seem to encounter certain archetypes in my life. When I moved away from home after college and lo...

The man illuminated by my front porch light hesitated for a moment as he peered through the entryway. I’d greeted him when he’d started clim...

Over the last few weeks, as I’ve begun to disturb the layers of complacency that have settled into the furniture and cupboards of my house, ...

I've had a lot of letters from reader/bloggers this week asking me if I still like them. I do! To reiterate to those of my readers wit...