Author: Jim Mitchem

Patton Whistler was an attractive man of 35–caucasian with tanned skin and dark features. He married a lovely woman ten years prior, and together they had two young daughters. They lived in a spacious bungalow in Los Angeles. Life was good. Predictable. It was a perfect spring day. Patton walked along a bustlng sidewalk then turned into a building and took the elevator to the fourth floor where he arrived at his physician’s office. A few minutes after checking in…

Two roads diverged in a wood when I was 16. Long before I ever read Robert Frost. I was on my fourth high school and was sitting in a classroom taking an SAT test. They said it was required to graduate, so I couldn’t skip that day. I had to graduate. Only, college was not something that we talked about in my family. I was the oldest of four children. The only male. I religiously attended the church of heavy…

We attended a state-sanctioned U-17 women’s soccer tournament last weekend in Fayetteville. We left Charlotte Saturday morning for a 2 p.m. first game and were scheduled to play three games in our bracket, one on Saturday and two on Sunday. If we won our bracket, we’d move on to the state finals in November. My daughter’s team was the second-seed in the bracket. In the game on Saturday they played the home team, which was seeded fourth. The game on…

Since floating the idea of Gone Dogs to friends in 2015, every person I’ve spoken with has responded favorably. Every one. Mostly, it was because they thought a coffee-table style book filled with stories about man’s best friend was surely something people would want to own. The idea was born out of love for my dogs and my motivation was simply to create something people would want to be a part of. Since then, I’ve had plenty of time to…

We moved to Houston in 1980, before my sophomore year in high school. That summer I attended my first Major League baseball game.  Driving up to the Astrodome that first time was like a waking dream—I’d seen that massive metal dome often on TV, but now I was inside watching JR Richard pitch. And later that summer, Nolan Ryan. And Joe Niekro. And on one magical night in October, I attended Game 5 of the NLCS where the Astros were…

With what I’ve been through in life, you’d think I’d have learned by now. But no, I’m just as susceptible to fear and anxiety as anyone. Probably not as much as some of you–for whom it appears peace is an illusion with fear constantly raining down–but rest assured, I can turn it up pretty good sometimes. And every time I find myself in a rut when worry and anxiety ride my tinnitus like a highway to my brain, I beat…