2022-08-01 00:09
Let me tell you the story of this tree. It's around 7 years old--I know this because I pulled it out of a crack the first spring it popped up.I was walking with some students along the sidew… Read More
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This blog is mostly a place for writing practice, especially for short stories. I post at least once a month, but more recently I've been posting a short story every other week as a way to challenge myself to more consistent practice.
2022-06-01 15:30
Some time ago, I wrote about silliness (and more recently here), but I come back to it because I need it--and because I can't help it. Nothing is quite like the pressure of Self Importa… Read More
2021-03-22 12:03
I spent some time recently writing about silliness. Since then, I've remembered one of my favorite quotes. It's from a book called Orthodoxy, by G.K. Chesterton. A book with that title doesn… Read More
2021-03-16 15:42
On February 8th, I posted an introduction of sorts called "Toward a Manifesto of Silliness." Every week since then I've written about silliness, mostly as a way to meditate on and answer the… Read More
2021-03-08 12:54
If you've been with us for the last few weeks, you're beginning to see what we feel about silliness. If you haven't been checking in on us, however, here's what you've missed:*We asked some… Read More
2021-03-01 12:21
A small look back at what I've shared so far reveals the moment all this silliness began: It was after a game of nothing my son and I played. The game stuck in my mind for some reason, and s… Read More
2021-02-22 12:43
Where have we been so far? In my introductory post, Toward a Manifesto of Silliness, I wrote that I asked my family: "What makes silliness important?" The first answer: Silliness Is a S… Read More
2021-02-15 13:01
In my introductory post, Toward a Manifesto of Silliness, I wrote that I asked my family: "What makes silliness important?" A second passed, and one of my sons said, "It's a sign of joy… Read More
2021-02-08 12:59
Recently, my thoughts have turned to silliness. It all began when my eight year old son and I sat together on the couch, he on my lap. We spent a while goofing, mostly laughing at nothing. A… Read More
2020-12-15 12:45
The spring and summer months found me in the garden many evenings. I pulled weeds, picked beans or tomatoes, or looked for new blossoms on the pumpkin vine. Of course, eating the produce of… Read More
2020-10-22 11:43
We'll begin with something a bit fantastic, that being a visit from the apostle James: He stood at my school desk the other day -- I'd gone for some water -- and he opened one of my books. I… Read More
2020-06-29 13:14
I can't get John the Baptist's words out of my head. Luke records them this way:You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath? Produce fruit in keeping with repentance… Read More
2020-06-01 14:03
I've thought about and prayed and worked on this post for a few weeks, off and on. Please accept these words as more of a prayer: unfinished, unrefined -- a stumbling.***My wife and I used t… Read More
2020-05-18 10:00
I planned to post something entirely different today, however, that piece isn't finished. So, in its place, I've decided to share a small picture of our pink azalea. The lower temperatures w… Read More
2020-05-04 18:33
Below is a very short prologue to a book I started years ago -- just a small glimpse into yet another story that's still working on me.***It was like this:In a suburb of a certain city, a le… Read More
2020-04-20 14:36
Fever has sent me spiraling into the past, I smell the ancient dust in Lessingham's parlor, and now the newsprint, upon which I saw his name for the first time, rises out of that same fog I… Read More
2020-04-06 11:00
Our little one -- there! the boy crouched within the yellow forsythia blossoms -- he waits beyond his years, is patient as an old man is forced to be patient, for he hunts the butterflies th… Read More
2020-03-23 11:00
Fire escape: Mark Sonata stood here, naked but for thin briefs that the rain pasted to his skin. His hands squeezed the metal rail and showed white with the pressure; breaths came, his… Read More
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