I write because I can’t sleep.

Sometimes I can't get things off my mind and they keep me up at night. Here are some things I've wanted to stop thinking about....

If He Hadn’t Died I Wouldn’t Have Cared

By Paul Thomas Zenki

I was driving to a poker game with a friend who’d come in from Colorado, and we were just outside of the town we both grew up in. It’s Georgia piedmont, good for deer hunting, in fact I used to have a barber down in Florida who went up there every season, just coincidentally. The […]