Grief is a different monster for every person. To some it is robed and silent, watching from a distance, for others it is hulking and ever-present, pushing in on every breath. Everyone experiences it and it’s lifequakes differently. There is not a right way to go through grief and until you get into self-harm and… Continue reading Good Grief
Category: Bloggy
Another True Story
So we all have those stories that sorta make us US. The stories that we tell people to give them a feel for who you are and what you're about. Some of us have a LOT of those stories and some of us have a few. The thing is that they are YOUR stories. They… Continue reading Another True Story
PRIDE
If there is one thing that has become desperately American of late it is a deep sense of pride. Pride in our nation, in our accompliishments, and in our very act of existence. We are brag about our history. We boast about our ingenuity. We rave about our culture. We rant about the rest of… Continue reading PRIDE
The Truth
So this here is a true story, with, obviously, the name of the person I am going to refer to removed. I don’t write this thinking it will change someone, or change how they see the world, or change their mind on what they believe. I write these blogs, as I have said, as my… Continue reading The Truth
Where We Come From
All of us, whether we acknowledge it or not, come from somewhere. Some of us hold where we come from in high regards, spouting off to whomever will listen about our grand background and lineage. Others of us will act as if we sprung from the darkness fully formed, tied to nothing and owing nothing… Continue reading Where We Come From
Brand
When I started writing the last thing I was worried about was selling myself. Or my stories. Or anything. I wanted to write. I wanted to tell stories. I’d think that most, not all but MOST, authors are driven by the same engine – the desire to tell a story. It’s only when you find… Continue reading Brand
That Novel Affair
Sometimes I still have to stop and blink my eyes a few times to realize that I have put novels out. When I first started writing I didn’t have an interest in writing novels. My ideas were to write short stories that were like punches to the face or stomach. Something that made an impact… Continue reading That Novel Affair
Picking the Bones Clean
When it comes to cities like Flint the phrase 'ruin porn' gets tossed around, the notion that people take delight in the ruination of people in cities. While I do think that there are people, a lot of people - too many people - that take pleasure in seeing some peole and places fail, I… Continue reading Picking the Bones Clean
Battery
Every once in a while you run into the end of your path and your left facing impassable brambles. It happens to everyone ad you have two choices, go back and find another path, or forge ahead, pulling at the brambles and making your own bloody path. Either path can be the right path, in… Continue reading Battery
The Way Of The Gun
There is something chilling in our national adoration of guns and gun culture. Something that goes beyond a simple appreciation of shooting, or a desire to honor and champion the Second Amendment and freedom in America. What was once something that people had, a gun for hunting, maybe a handgun for self defense or home… Continue reading The Way Of The Gun
Reach
The saying goes that you should never let your reach get beyond your grasp. The idea is that you will risk too much for a gain that may be achieved with patience and a time. And this is a fair thing to say and, in its way, very wise. While not every endeavor is as… Continue reading Reach
NEVER SEEN
I have been writing stories since I was a teenager. That means about 26 years now. That’s a lot of stories. With as many shows as I have done I know that my stories have gotten out there. Not to a lot of people but to some, and that’s better than none. Far better. I… Continue reading NEVER SEEN
DOORS – a story
I had been looking for the first door since I was ten, and watched my aunt walk through a black door in the field before her house. This was only a month after my uncle had killed himself. Auntie Kelly and Uncle Rowan had been inseparable and when his lifelong depression lead him to an… Continue reading DOORS – a story
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 