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 [...]
I drive the truck faster, weaving past cars on the city streets. I nearly pull out in front of someone and hit my brakes. We are 35 minutes from the birth center, and Maile’s labor has started. I stop at a red light just as another contraction builds inside her. [...]
Maile exhales in her sleep. The window that looks out onto James Street is open, the summer air still against the screen. Maile stirs in bed, pulls a pillow in under her belly, under our baby yet to be born. It is 4am, and I am awake again. A car [...]
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 [...]
After nearly seventeen years of marriage we sometimes spend our Friday nights in the basement, going through boxes of old stuff, trying to decide what to keep and what to cast off. It's like the ocean floor down there, where everything settles after being shaken, shipwrecked, sifted. You go through [...]
Last week I had the honor of stepping into Seth Haines' recovery room to talk about my vocation and all the little voices constantly jabbering in my head. The real struggle for me has been more practical–how does one navigate a life when your income fluctuates so severely from one [...]
Photo by Biegun Wschodni via Unsplash Almost three months ago, my wonderful literary agent Ruth began approaching publishers about my book The Day the Angels Fell, the very same project that you all helped fund on Kickstarter almost a year and a half ago. Ruth read it and [...]
