Why These Olympics Are The Most Important Olympics in American History

Why These Olympics Are The Most Important Olympics Ever For America
by Senator Brett

I love the Olympics. Always have. Always will. When I was a kid I thought that maybe one day I would be in the Olympics as a sprinter, or maybe a soccer player. As a kid I was pretty dumb. And, as an adult, I’m still pretty dumb… but for entirely different reasons.

But, as dumb as I may be,

The Good Stuff, Or Something Close To It

The Good Stuff, Or Something Close To It

by Senator Brett

If you happen to be still reading this book then trust me when I say that it is not lost on me that the general tone of its conversation may come across as somewhat negative, maybe even a little condemning. While I can’t answer for

Quick Draw (Excerpt From “My Little Book of Essays”)

Years ago I started writing for the sake of it. I spent nights in the streets of Houston… living it Out Loud and Without Regret. I met a lot of great people, and some, not so much. But, the experience was real… and good, and I have always appreciated it. For several years now I have not addressed it, or even tried to make contact with that past, but, I have found myself wanting to get back into it since I have found myself back in this pace for a couple of months now.

When I say that I was in “the streets” I do mean, “in the streets.” Part of what I was trying to do was to be involved in the “matter” of the moment. Being connected to the story was all that mattered to me and it ended up involving days, weeks, spent being homeless, hanging out with derelicts, and the rest. I literally lay my head on the cement for days just to get a conversation with someone who did that for years. I smoked everything with everyone just to hear them speak. When I finally hit the road to pursue the book… anything went. When it comes to the Living… there is no amount of Life that is off-Limits, I feel.

From New Orleans: With Awe And Wonder (Excerpt From “My Little Book of Essays”)

Written, approximately, one year before Hurricane Katrina. I’m reworking it now so it will be much longer, and hopefully better, but this is the original… all those many years ago.

From New Orleans: With Awe And Wonder

by Senator Brett

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Like an unseen predator waiting in the shadows it

For Mom… (Written a long time ago)

I actually wrote this in my early twenties, right after my grandfather passed way. And, since I know that there are those close to me, and others not close to me, who have gone through some hard times here lately I thought I might share what I thought those many years ago. I wish you all hope, love and endless comfort. 🙂

Also, it is my hope that I’ve become a better writer since then… but, doubtful I am. 🙂

For Mom…

by Senator Brett

This is for my mother. It might get sad… it might get syrupy. I make no apologies whatsoever.

To The Crying Girl Who Made Me Think (Excerpt from “My Little Book of Essays”)

I wrote this quite a few years back (maybe 16 years ago, maybe a little more) and never really got around to getting it to where I wanted it. As I was working on some things tonight I came across it again and thought that maybe I’d pass it along.

Just so you know… I wrote the original part of this on the plane and gave it to the girl after I collected my luggage. When I got home I sat down at my desk and did my best to reconstruct the letter. I think it is pretty close to what I originally wrote, but I can’t be certain of that fact. And, since that time I have often wondered if she ever read it, or if it helped her at all. I hope it did. And, if it did not… well, I know it helped me. And, maybe, just maybe, for some of you… it might help, as well.

For August: With Love And Suspense (Part IV)

For August: With Love And Squalor (Part IV)

by Senator Brett

Orione strode over to where Princess Anel had left Breann and took the pony’s reins in his hands and guided the pony over to the princess. “Here, get on. We will head back to

Conflicted’s Response to my “Mustard Seed” Ramblings (FTOF)

Demons And Mustard Seeds

by Conflicted Pastor

The verse about the mustard seed has always been a troubling one. As far as I know, a mountain has never been moved by speaking to it. Not even by Jesus. That’s not to say

And in The Beginning There Was Nonsense (Excerpt From “FTOF”)

In The Beginning There Was Nonsense

by Senator Brett

Fiat Lux

Yeah, I said it. I’ll say it again. Fiat lux. I bet that you don’t know what that means. Well I do, as should you. (Well, okay, let’s be honest,

Judge Not, Lest You be Drunk (Excerpt From FTOF)

Judge Not, Lest You be Drunk

by Conflicted Pastor

I’m drunk, so let’s do this!

I always feel as though my best philosophical/theological insights are strongest