Two years ago this week, Maile and I moved our family into my parent’s basement, and I began the tenuous venture of trying to write for a living. So much has happened since then, but when I looked back through my journal of that week, this entry caught my attention:
Continue reading “Two Years Ago I Started Writing For a Living”
For some reason, the words of a lady from our church in Florida still stick in my mind. She said them over ten years ago, but thinking back on them brings a slight increase in my blood pressure.
Continue reading “Guess Who Thought A Familiarity With Literature Could Help the Church?”
First Ascent: In climbing, a first ascent (FA) is the first successful, documented attainment of the top of a mountain, or the first to follow a particular climbing route. First ascents are notable because they entail genuine exploration, with greater risks, challenges, and recognition than climbs which follow.
Continue reading “Want to be the First? You’d Better Be Willing to Fall…And Climb Again”
A humid breeze swirls through the predawn shadows as The Beast (my 1990 GMC Safari) roars to life. I hope it hasn’t woken the kids inside the house. Stones crackle under the van as I speed unnecessarily to the end of the quarter-mile drive under a canopy of trees that, in the morning light, will show just a hint of yellow at their tips. But at 6:30 it’s still dark.
I whoosh down wet country roads, a slight fog clinging to my front windscreen. The air carries just a hint of fall leaves, a dash of rain, and, under it all, like the spice you can’t quite put your finger on, some premonition of winter. I’ll take all of it. Continue reading “These are the People Who Understand Why I Write”
I decided to run to my parent’s house, about three miles away. So I strapped on my shoes and headed out the driveway.
Running mostly gives me flashbacks to when I trained hard every summer for college soccer. See, once I graduated, I didn’t run much (read: at all) from the age of 22 until, well, now. I’m realizing that at some point during those 12 years something in my body made unapproved adjustments (like a monkey running amok through an empty factory). My left achilles is very tight, and my right knee gets unbelievable sore after running on the road for about ten minutes.
In other words, I’m getting old. Things change. Continue reading “Running to my Parent’s House, Surprised By Who I Found Waiting”
There’s this interesting aspect of blogging and social media that I’m caught up in. Here’s how the scenario plays out. Continue reading “Come Read My Blog as I Help Promote Stupidity”
