Where’s Morgan Been…?

Ever look back on a year and wonder where the heck all the time went? 2019 was a whirlwind of surprises and
Mouthing off into the void since 2018
Ever look back on a year and wonder where the heck all the time went? 2019 was a whirlwind of surprises and
Last month I published an article about writing and depression. It’s been a few weeks since then, so how do I feel
Saturday Morning9:15“Where are you going, Dad?”“I need to get some writing done.”“But we were gonna watch Recess together.” 10:15“All right guys, I’ve
The sky took a giant white dump on us, my friends, then farted negative thirty degree arctic winds right into our faces.
Is it possible to write yourself out of a funk? This is the question I’ve been asking myself for two weeks now.
Can you believe we’re nearly ten percent through the 52 Week Story Challenge already? It’s going quick, am I right? Of course
In the course of building our house last month, we had to stay in a hotel for a couple of days while
Stanley Moorehouse thumbed the button for the third floor, and the polished metal doors of the hotel elevator slid shut. The carriage
Wish I could say this story was born from the deepest, warmest, most nourishing recesses of my idea uterus, but alas, it
Alaina Lambert had just beached her Zodiac landing boat and was walking up the sand when Hunter stepped out from the shaded