An Evening With Daughter Maitland


I put this together so you don’t have to. Margot Bingham signed on for a minor role in the HBO series Boardwalk Empire. The second people heard her voice, it was clear her role as Daughter Maitland needed to be expanded. In this first video, “St Louis Blues,” Michael K. Williams as Chalky White is acting as he responded to her voice. That didn’t mean the rest of us didn’t feel the same way. I give you… Daughter Maitland.

Let me know what church you’ll be at Daughter and I’ll be there. “The Old Ship of Zion.”

“River of Jordan.”

“Everybody Loves My Baby.”

“Dream a Little Dream Of Me.”

“I’m Going South.”

HBO should give us a Daughter Maitland concert. Until then, I’ll just have to make do.

Reclaiming My Time!


“Reclaiming my time” is a phrase commonly heard in the House of Representatives to get the floor back when another member is speaking. Maxine Waters made it famous when she cut off Treasury Secretary Steve Mnuchen as he tried to bullshit his way through testimony before her committee until the allocated time for questioning ran out. He was wasting her valuable time and she wasn’t having it. Getting away from politics, maybe reclaiming our time is an effective way to improve our lives? Not allowing the precious gift of time to be wasted by people and things of little or no value.

Social media is a huge time waster. While it arguably connects people in many ways. The entire time spent on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, etc., replaces in-person interaction with real people. As an aspiring writer trying to market a book to literary agents, I’m required to “build a platform,” measured in Twitter and Instagram followers and Facebook friends. While I need to put in work on social media, I don’t owe it my life. I’ve found more productive things to do than see what’s trending.

Get some exercise. As someone who has pounded his feet flat over a lifetime of playing basketball. I can attest that there’s some kind of exercise everyone can do that will improve your health and is a far more valuable use of time than posting selfies.

Turn off the damn TV! I’m getting better at this. An avowed political junkie. When news breaks I might watch different takes on the same event on multiple consecutive shows. I’m still hooked on Rachel Maddow although I’ll walk away from a guest host in a minute while she’s taking some of her well-earned vacation days. I generally prefer to read my news anyway. It tends to be more factually oriented and logically presented although exceptions abound.

Speaking of reading, I have rediscovered a lost love. In grade school, I almost burned down the house by falling asleep with a lamp under the covers. Reading past my bedtime. If I once loved reading enough to risk my life. It’s certainly worth spending time doing now. Reclaiming my time.

Reclaiming your time is the end result of examining your priorities and making a change. Whether it be your career, relationships, or how you spend your free time. I challenge everyone to recognize those ways you waste your time and reclaim it. Substituting what you were doing with something better.

Love In The Right Place, Wrong Time


Dr. John was a relatively obscure musician (outside of New Orleans) until he performed the song, “Right Place, Wrong Time” which became a Top-Ten hit and won him one of his six Grammy Awards. The song had lyrical contributions from several artists including Bette Midler and Bob Dylan and related a tale of ironic bad luck and failures.

Love often finds us in the right place and the wrong time. More precisely the right person and wrong time where one or both of you are unable to recognize that which is right before you. Sometimes you become friends, more likely is that you each go on to other relationships, maybe even happiness, but still not what might have been.

Perhaps you were too young and had no true understanding of what love is? You relied on advice from friends and were open to advances from strangers. Monogamy, sacrifice, dedication, transparency, and vulnerability were words you could spell, technically believed their definition, but had yet to incorporate them into your lifestyle. Maybe you were too shy or immature or too damn busy with your career to take notice?

Maybe you were enthralled with another, in a relationship or just coming out? The mind so occupied that you were unable to begin something new. Perhaps you never met at all, possibly in the same event at the same time but the universe conspired to keep you apart.

But the universe doesn’t always conspire against you. Sometimes if gives you second chances to discover what might have been? You meet at a college reunion, get a Friend request on Facebook, see their picture on an Internet dating site. Life gives you second chance, very rarely does it give you three. So when that second chance comes… what are you going to do?

  • I wrote this well over a year ago. I ran across it in my unpublished stories and decided to send it out into the universe.

In Remembrance of Otis

If I had some wine handy, I’d pour some on the ground for a brother who’s no longer here. Otis and I weren’t close, I don’t even know his last name. If I don’t say a word about his passing, I wonder if anyone else will?

I don’t know the details of his death, I’ve heard it was a heart attack but it’s only a rumor. Looking back, I barely knew the details of his life. He once attended Southern University, he kept up with sports, and he loved to engage in long conversations.

It didn’t matter if you were a friend or a stranger, Otis had something to say. He’d talk your ear off and some days people would duck him because they didn’t have time to spare. Nobody’s ducking him now, he won’t be coming back around.

It’s too early to say how much I’ll miss Otis? I didn’t think of him much when he was out of sight. Often you heard him coming before he came into view. The one constant when someone heard his voice or saw him approach was the smile he gave and the smiles he elicited. Otis impacted any number of lives, rest in peace!

Mark Judge and Brett Kavanaugh meet in a bar.


Mark Judge said, “Glad you could make it Brett, I hoped we could get together and have a chat after everything that’s happened.”

Brett Kavanaugh said, “I don’t think there’s much to say. Who’d have thought everything we did in high school would come back to haunt us?”

“I just wanted to be sure we were cool Brett? We’ve been best friends for almost 40 years.”

“Yeah, there were a couple times back in September I wish I’d never heard of you.”

“You’re blaming me? You seemed pretty appreciative back in the day to be my friend. I got you your first piece of ass and you were giggling about it for the next three days. It wasn’t me that told you to whip out your dick and slap someone in the face with it while at Yale? Or press up on someone outside a DC bar in your thirties.”

“It all seemed pretty funny at the time.”

“I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am you didn’t make it on the Court. How’s your wife dealing with it?”

“Ashley’s pissed, embarrassed to be around her friends. There’s a move to have me impeached from the Federal bench but it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. She hasn’t mentioned divorce, mentioned going back to Texas once. We aren’t really talking that much.”

“Me and my significant other are taking a break, at least you had people vouching for your character. I was made out to be Marquis de Sade.”

“I’m sorry for what happened to you as well, when the press gets you in their sights, they can find out everything in your whole life!”

“What are you drinking Brett, your usual?”

“I’ll pass, I promised Ashley no drinking, in fact, I need to be getting home, I don’t want her to worry.”

“That’s a first, no drinks for Kavanaugh? Hey! Check out the brunette at the end of the bar, she’s pretty hot.”

“Sorry Mark, with my luck she’ll be a reporter. In fact, let’s not meet in public anymore? We’re still buds and all but until things cool down, I don’t need more publicity.”

“Sure Brett, I understand, we did have some good times though didn’t we?”

“Damn straight we did, do you remember the time we got that girl drunk at Henry’s party and…”

I Beg Your Pardon… Dad


“So Dad, if I get indicted for some of the stuff I did for you, will pardon me?”

“It’s not as simple as that Junior. If I pardon you, my lawyers tell me it will almost certainly lead to impeachment against me? It will look like obstruction.”

“But I was doing what you told me to do?”

“I know son… it’s complicated. Just believe I know what’s best.”

“I’ve heard you say the same things to Paul and now he’s in jail?”

“You’re different, you’re my son, I’d never let you down.”

“You once practically disowned me, you didn’t speak to me for a few years.”

“You started it.”

“I was a kid, and you were blasting my mother in the tabloids during your divorce.”

“That was just tough negotiating, I had to get the alimony down.”

“Because your kids might have too much stuff?”

“No, because your mother doesn’t have the head to manage so much money.”

“So it was for her own good?”

“Right”

“So what about my pardon?”

“I told you it’s complicated.”

“You pardoned fucking Joe Arpaio and won’t pardon your own son?”

“Did you do it?”

“I didn’t write that letter you dictated on Air Force One. I just stuck to the story you made up. Now I’m about to be charged with lying to the FBI.”

“You should never lie to the FBI. You should have just done like me and refused to talk to them.”

“All of us don’t have that option.”

“I’ve screwed up my life trying to support you.”

“I didn’t tell you to mess up your marriage by having an affair with that woman from The Apprentice. I told you to ‘cut it out’ as a matter of fact.”

“Oh, do as I say and not as I do! Your whole life has been an example to me.”

“I think you’d better watch your tone, son.”

“Or what? You won’t pardon me?

“Pretty much.”

“Good talk dad.”