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Black People Don’t…

This past weekend we were camping.  Out of cell range, up in the woods, away-from-it-all camping.  And on July 3rd, just after the sun started to sink low behind the mountain, some shots rang out up the road.  We chalked… Continue Reading →

Further Still

Fiction A bit of a departure from what I typically post here. I entered this in a short story contest last month.  It’s a revised version of the first chapter of the novel I wrote last year. The day my… Continue Reading →

Stay With Us

One of our boys has bedtime anxiety.  It’s his thing.  We do our usual “bedtime routine,” which ends with lights out after the obligatory last sip of water and final kiss goodnight.  Brother A is then dead asleep in about 30 seconds flat.  But… Continue Reading →

Into the Peace of Wild Things

First camping trip of the year?  Check.  Last Friday we headed southwest to the coast in search of high winds (so Jason could kite board) and sunny weather.  Turns out Seattle was unseasonably hot last weekend so we picked a… Continue Reading →

Hoping for Heaven in a Hellish World

“I hope it’s soon.” When I was in fifth grade I remember asking my dad when he thought Jesus was going to come back.  You know, just your typical Friday night conversation for a conservative Christian family.  He sighed and… Continue Reading →

Which Lights All Things & Gives Rest

This week I’m going to meditate on this Wendell Berry poem and use the last line as a breath prayer.   I’ve felt a bit aimless of late when attempting to pray or even just sit quietly.  Having something to… Continue Reading →

Laundry Room Before & After

After receiving my most-recent rejection letter, I’ve decided it’s time to shelf the novel.  Don’t worry.  The tears have been shed and I’m trying (so far unsuccessfully) to comfort myself with Roosevelt’s Man in the Arena and all the statistics… Continue Reading →

Bookshelf Before & After

I got a bookshelf from our local Buy Nothing group and the plan was to use it, as is, as a Lego display for the boys’ growing collection.  Every windowsill and ledge in the house was lined with Lego creations and we thought maybe… Continue Reading →

When Breath Becomes Air

Completed: April 26, 2016 I feel trepidatious writing about this book.  The author, Paul Kalanithi, died just one year ago and there is the sensation of walking on still broken earth; a sort of holiness still hovering around his story.  It… Continue Reading →

What’s NOT on My List

I’m currently awash in the rejections that are freely flowing my direction from literary agents.   I thought I was prepared for it.  I was steeling myself.  But yeah, it’s not awesome.  In fact, it feels pretty terrible, truth be told…. Continue Reading →

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