Though he couldn't possibly remember it, this first son of ours who turns 16 this week was born in a kind of faerie land, on a property called Rocketer. It was a warm June morning in Wendover, …
A Look Inside the Writing of a Novel
It happens in long stretches of disciplined days, where much goes according to plan. It happens in late evenings when the children are finally asleep and Maile is writing in the bed beside me. It …
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What Stories Have Done for Poppy (and What They Might Do For You)
Maile calls for Poppy, summons her from some other place within the house, and she doesn't have good news. "Poppy!" Maile says, trying to keep her voice light. "It's time to brush your …
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Please Give Her Back! We Shall Keep Asking You
"When we held Owen Meany above our heads, when we passed him back and forth -- so effortlessly -- we believed that Owen weighed nothing at all. We did not realize that there were forces beyond our …
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Late on a Friday Night
It's late on a Friday night. Our two older kids are in the basement, watching a movie with a friend. Our two middle kids are in the living room, playing video games. Friday night is the one time of …
An Update on Leo and Further Thoughts on Pain
Leo looks at me nervously while I move to change his bandage. "Wait, Dad, let me tell you something!" he exclaims, so I relent, and I listen (again) to some small thing he is using to delay the …
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