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Love. Reader note:  When my heart swells it. Writes in fragments. Okay, now that you’ve been warned… carry on. Her: “Thanks for the follow. Do I know you?” Me: “No, but can I call you? It’s important. It’s about Martha and June.” And then she hit send on her final Twitter DM to me containing nothing but an area code and 7 more digits. She answered not on the first ring, but on the first dingle of the first ring. “How

Jane Two Book Cover revealed   Once, when I was 7 years old, my Grandaddy let me in on a little secret. He just tapped my temple with that giant trigger finger of his and said, “Seedlin’, time you turn the recorder on, ‘cause the important shit start about now. Find a place up there for all’o it… an don’t forget where ya put it.” And he was right. I’ve collected and recorded ever since. ___________________

April 14, 1992      The Congo I met a Mara named Die, and not one of our visible lifelines intersected. But more than a few invisible ones did. He was my friend. We drifted down the bilharzia filled Tana to the Indian Ocean as the tide was falling too low to turn when the call came to circle back again. The banks were too high and the water too low, so the hull scraped the bottom and threw our 40 foot steamer on it&#

Norman Reedus Is STILL Lost.  And time is of the essence.  Please start by clicking>>>> HERE if you’re just now joining the search… for PART ONE. … “VISINE!!” That’s all I heard coming from my phone as I was once again pressed against the headboard in full freestyle.  I had to go retrieve it to respond as I had propped it up facing the bathroom door with the video camer

My first triumph left a pretty big scar… but I guess that’s how you know it’s a triumph. Once again, “FLANERY, GET OUT HERE” came rushing through the screen door from the porch. So out I went, knowing it was time for another growth spurt. My Grandaddy’s words were always so economically spent that I learned to savor every single syllable on that porch. He just sat there in his lawn

Flanery, get the hell over here!! So, over I went.  My Grandaddy was just leaving the scoring table at one of my swim meets when I was about eight years old.  He put his arm around me and walked me all the way to a bench on the other side of the pool.  The meet was still going on, but I was done with my last event. I was wringing wet and fresh out of the pool after having placed fourth in the 25 freestyle in the boys

686.  I’ll never forget that number as long as I live. The jobs market is rough, and this weak economy has made it ever rougher.  In the last year I’ve had a number of blog requests to write something like a “how to get a job blog for the less fortunate”.  Well, I’m certainly no expert, but I will humbly give my opinion on a little something that has always worked well for me when I need

True story: Elvis Aaron Presley is ultimately responsible for my life as a martial artist, but that’s a story for another day. “I remember the revelation it was to me when I realized I’d rather be smart in the way Elvis Presley was than in the way, say, Ludwig Wittgenstein was. The thing was, you could imagine you could be smart like Wittgenstein by just thinking hard enough, but Elvis just had it. It was

Sean Patrick Flanery is a pussy… and the day peer pressure left the building!! Something I’ve discovered along the way is that that true happiness can only exist when your external life is living congruently with your internal values.  There’s simply no way around this. First of all, let me just say that this needs to stay between the two of us, okay?  I’ve got a reputation to protect.  Now, I

First of all, let me just say that winning IS everything, and those that disagree don’t actually know what the competition is.  Progress, and progress alone points to the winner, and without it, there won’t be any pointing at all.     This is a story about the soccer ball that changed my life… blinding determination… a belief that can bend physics… and, a certain way of life. I