Author: Brad Willis

The boy is loud. Give him a guitar and he will rock out with his blocks out. He’s currently working on a Ramones-style version of Billy Jonas’ “What Kind of Cat Are You?” It’s...

The dog is getting old. She has gray around her muzzle and gives up the fence-row race with the neighbor mutts a lot quicker than she used to. Most people don’t like my dog,...

I live in a place of four seasons. Today was clearly autumn, but a warm wind pushed red and orange leaves through the air like driving snowstorm. Leaf drifts piled up on the curbs...

Despite the fact this blog began six years ago as a dream diary of sorts–an experiment that didn’t last but a week or so–I don’t like to write about dreams. They are like pets...

I look at most stories and think, “Well, if it had a little something extra, it would be really interesting.” This story, however, needs nothing else. If I were sitting around coming up with...

The best thing about having a large circle of friends who do a lot of reading and writing? I almost never want for a book. Thanks to a sense of optimism and a number...

I was questioning my own patriotism. I wasn’t sure a red-blooded American would’ve had a spinach fish wrap for lunch on Veterans Day. Yet, as planes flew overhead and the small town parade inched...

I, for one, believe we aren’t all that stupid. Oh sure, there are those among us who still die in lawnchair accidents or end up in the ER because they “accidentally sat down” on...

1. There is a big difference in doing something because you want to and doing something because you have to. 2. There is a nearly equal difference between Johnny Walker Red and Macallan 18....

Going off on a trip that only a few trusted souls know about. Will be semi-off-grid for the next week or so. Updates along the way? Doubtful, but you never know.

I have a hard time believing there is anybody out there who wouldn’t enjoy spending some quality time in my pants. My wife’s facial muscles are sprained from the amount of eyebrow raising she...