I love my boots. They’re heavy, but solid. They’re perfectly waterproof, except for the large holes at the top where my feet slide in. I wear them around town in wet or slushy conditions, and on the trails in all … Continue reading
The years blown by like a hurricane, but my memories of September 11, 2001 remain steady. Anxiety and adrenaline cemented the experiences of that day pretty hard and fast. Regular remembrances have kept things in place. On the fifth anniversary … Continue reading
Sheesh. It’s so quiet here. Just a quiet, sporadic drip of blood falling to the ground. I didn’t manage a single post for the month of April. It’s only the second such quiet month since I started blogging in 2005 … Continue reading
The origins of this book are mysterious. It was on the bottom shelf of a bookcase in our home office, next to all my other journals I’ve kept through the years. In spite of its obscure placement, it has some special features. … Continue reading
I haven’t blogged for 40 days. The last such stretch of stillness was in January of 2005, right between “My first blog entry of all time… // I’m not sure if I have any profound thoughts today for the good of … Continue reading
I haven’t written much lately because I’ve been writing so much lately — and also building up a cache of experiences about which I’ll eventually be able to write. It’s been bad for the blog, I know. I only managed … Continue reading
It’s Spring Break here in Kent now. After school today, Cor brought home a project he’d been working on this week. It perfectly summarizes the shift from winter to spring that we’re currently experiencing. Here’s Cor’s story (with my translation, for readability): … Continue reading
I just completed the first draft of the first chapter of what I hope might become my first book. I’m pretty excited about it. The story is not at all ready to share with the world or anything like that, … Continue reading
I resented the belts, buckles, and straps. I was embittered by the heavy equipment on my back, and I detested the steep incline I had to traverse to get to the meeting point. I hated the physics of it all — the heat of muscular exertion, … Continue reading
I’m in bed by 10:30 PM most nights. I fall asleep within two minutes of turning off the bedside lamp and laying my head on the pillow. Tonight it’s been two-and-a-half hours. I cannot sleep. I cannot speak. I feel a … Continue reading