I don't know if you're ever going to read this, but I suppose at some point you'll have to pull the book down off my shelf. To set the record straight, you're only eleven years old and reading my book probably wouldn't go over well. I wanted to write you a letter tonight to help explain everything. Maybe you should...
I was born to the parents of James Stewart and my mother, Louise, in 1982. They already had two children, Jeremy, age 4, and Nicholas, age 1.5. Now boy number three was here and ready to fix everything again. The marriage was always partially a sham. Think of having a child as a bandaid applied to a bullet wound. If...
The following is an excerpt from the book I'm writing and will publish later this year.
I know it's not a topic that generally produces a positive reaction in most people, but it's the elephant in the room as you grow older. Generally, people go through four phases of dealing with death.
Once upon a time, there was a Chinese farmer whose horse ran away. That evening, all of his neighbors came around to commiserate. They said, "We are so sorry to hear your horse has run away. This is most unfortunate." The farmer said, "Maybe." The next day the horse came back bringing seven wild horses with it, and in the...
Where does my anxiety come from? That's a question I've been asking my self over the past few years and I may have an answer. In order to find it though, I need to go back to the 80s when I was a kid. Let's retrace some steps.
I was born in 1982 and when I was a kid, I used to love watching Star Trek: The Next Generation. First, it was just a great show. Good characters, compelling stories, fun, and interesting. Of course, there was also the joy of seeing my name on TV daily. You see, my name is Patrick Stewart which is the same...
Good evening friends! I wanted to take some time to write about the Tao Te Ching, specifically one of my favorite sections, chapter 2. In it, we find that Lao Tzu (the legendary author and narrator) speaks about how a master should ask. He points out the duality of nature. The Yin and Yang. You can't have one without...
Once upon a time, there was a boy who was ten years old. He liked his family's new computer because it had a color screen and a mouse. But most of all, it had a paint program. He loved MS Paint, and during his summer days, he would find national flags, symbols, and logos to draw into Paint. He drew...
Oh, where to begin? What can I say that has yet to be said a million times by more talented writers getting paid for their opinion? I can tell my story, though.
