Finding Things (Peace and Books, Just to Name a Few)

By | June 20th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, Best of the Web, Books|

I know it's been rather quiet around these parts lately. I suppose there are a fair amount of reasons for that - we're currently in NC hanging out with Maile's family; I've also been busy on the book-writing front; and then there's the scurrying to get ready for the release [...]

27 Reasons to Buy Any Book, Some of Which Apply Even if You Hate the Author

By | March 8th, 2017|Books, Fiction, Funny Stuff|

There are many reasons to buy a book. Here are 27 of them: You have high hopes that a particular book might be the book that will change your life. You like the other things the author has written. You read an excerpt from the book and liked it. You [...]

My 17-Year Journey to a Book Deal (or, Keep Going)

By | August 11th, 2016|Books, Fiction, Identity, On Writing|

This is me rocking a spike, oversized glasses, and headphones that are either playing "You Can't Touch This" or "Go West Young Man." Also, that's either an Ocean Pacific or Bugle Boys sleeveless T because, obviously, who covers up guns like that? But even then, I cared most about [...]

What I’ve Tried to do for 17 Years (or, The In-Between)

By | June 13th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Books, Identity, On Writing|

It would be so much easier to wait a week before writing this post. In a week I will know a lot more. In a week I could write a strong piece in the vein of a "disappointed-but-not-giving-up" writer. Or maybe it will be a shocked, celebratory piece. It all [...]

Going Five Months Without Income (and Why Emptiness is a Good Thing)

By | March 1st, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Books, Faith and Doubt|

Photo by Gili Benita via Unsplash It is very hard to allow emptiness to exist in our lives. Emptiness requires a willingness not to be in control, a willingness to let something new and unexpected happen. It requires trust, surrender, and openness to guidance. God wants to dwell [...]

That Time I Met Christie Purifoy For the First Time…Underground

By | February 2nd, 2016|Books|

I could tell you the entire story starts in an underground bar in Philadelphia, one that smells of urine and marijuana. I could tell you that it started when we made our way down into the bowels of the city, graffiti on the walls, darkness dripping from the burned out, [...]

Your Addiction is Speaking to You

By | October 27th, 2015|A Contemplative Life, Books, Identity|

My dad was a pastor when I was a kid, so I occasionally found myself waiting in an empty church while he finished up whatever he was working on back in his office. Sometimes I'd go to the gym and throw a ball against the wall over and over and [...]

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