by mike | Sep 21, 2015 | Death, Ghosts, Myths & Legends, Paranormal, Spirituality, Uncategorized |
Imagine this: you’re in Minneapolis—don’cha know—and you go to see a play at the Tyrone Guthrie Theater. An usher—a quiet young man—guides you to your seat. But before sitting down you realize that he hasn’t handed you a program. You turn to ask him for one, but he’s...
by mike | Aug 17, 2015 | Adventure fantasy, Books, Death, Ghosts, Life, Sword & Planet, Uncategorized, Writing |
I’ve never dwelled too much on what happens after I croak. But now that I’m pushing an age that once seemed science fiction, I have to wonder just where I’ll wind up when that time comes. Will my atoms get scattered to the universe? Will the Mother Ship come and get...
by mike | Jul 17, 2015 | Adventure fantasy, Books, Death, Editing, Publishing, Science Fiction, Sword & Planet, Uncategorized, Writing |
In order to introduce my latest re-release, Warlord of Maldrinium (World After Death: Book One), I have to go way back in time. I’m talking 1978, just about when humankind discovered fire. At least movable type had been invented by then, because in that year I...
by mike | May 25, 2015 | Books, Death, Editing, Life, Non-Fiction, Publishing, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Writing |
Dr. Richard House approached me via a referral a little over a year ago—just about the time I teetered on the cusp of full retirement. He had a non-fiction manuscript that needed a ton of work—his assessment—a true story that was kind of “out there,” he said. Having...
by mike | Mar 30, 2015 | Death, Holocaust, Life, Native Americans, Uncategorized |
Simon Moya-Smith I have written a great deal about the abuse of this country’s indigenous People, and also about the travesty that was the Holocaust. This sobering guest article, first published on the website of the Indian Country Today Media Network, links these...
by mike | Oct 6, 2014 | Aging, Baseball, Death, Life, Uncategorized, Writing |
My dad, Murray Sirota, passed away at age fifty-nine in 1969, when I was just a mere slip of a lad—more or less. We knew it would happen; a couple of months earlier he’d been diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer, the end result of a lifetime of cigarette smoking, and...
