Jim Wormington's work has appeared in the Courier News/Chicago Tribune, the college literary magazine The Spire, Writer's Digest, and other places. He has published four books, available on Amazon.
Cohn's ongoing musical endeavors are a testament to the healing, liberating powers of music, and they are a gift to those that take the time to listen closely.
Cohn talks about being shot (just a temple-graze), and his latest album of covers.
A memoir chronicling Wormington's evolution from rigid Fundamentalism to expansive Universalism. Available now as a Kindle Book or paperback.
I'm not saying, "Dispense with dreams." Never. Just begin with modest goals.
What do you do if you’re only twenty when the gates to a glittering utopia of self-indulgence open up before you? You probably swagger in, all smiles, fearless and cocky as an undefeated boxer.
That’s what singer/songwriter Michael McDermott did in 1991 when his future in the music world was looking like a shiny promise just on the horizon. His debut album, "620 W. Surf," was getting positive reviews and the single “A Wall I Must Climb” was spinning him a reputation as having the potential to be the next Springsteen or Dylan.
In this creatively illustrated collection (artwork provided by four different artists), author Jim Wormington deconstructs religion, sex, death, employment, addiction, lust, envy (and other deadly sins), vacuum fluctuations, singing airplanes, and the unique perspective of insects.
Are you a short man who struggles with feeling less-than? Does someone you love have self-esteem issues relating to their stature? Author Jim Wormington gets it. At about 5' 4" (in shoes), he knows what it's like to "look up" to most people, while feeling down about himself.
In this humorous, entertaining and insightful essay, Wormington examines the reasons behind these feelings and points the reader toward better ways of coping, healthier ways of relating to the body, mind, and soul.
I meet up with Rosie Thomas on an unusually cool summer day in Bushnell, Illinois, June 2007. We search for a spot far enough away from sound checks, seminars and live music for us to record a brief interview without background noise.
There is no such place. We’re at Cornerstone Festival--if there’s an open space someone’s making noise on it.
We end up on a grassy hillside near a small tent where the music is reasonably subdued.
Don’t misunderstand me–I’m a big fan of reason. I want it to guide my surgeon’s scalpel and my mechanic’s socket wrench. Reason keeps me on the right side of the road and gets me to the concert on time. It helps me balance my checkbook.
What it doesn’t do is give me a reason. For anything...
Interview with legendary blues guitarist, the late great Johnny Winter.
This is my miracle. I can't prove it to you. But I promise, it's true.
What we really need are some combat drones to patrol our neighborhoods so we can put an end to those filthy, appalling jaywalkers. Hell, let’s just nuke ’em. They don’t deserve to live. (Article originally published in the Courier News, a subsidiary of the Chicago Tribune)