I got my love of languages from my Dad. He formally studied Greek and Hebrew during his seminary days, but I also grew up seeing him dabble in Spanish and French and Latin. Not to mention having a strong command … Continue reading
“Why should the fire die? Our Mom and Dad kept theirs alive…” These words from my favorite Nickel Creek album kept thrumming in the back of my mind, as Marci and I hiked the trails of an obscure nature preserve … Continue reading
I recently finished reading China Achebe’s novel, No Longer at Ease. It’s the sequel to Achebe’s seminal work, Things Fall Apart, which I read last year. And even though the tone and trajectory of this book were markedly different from the … Continue reading
I can’t remember the last time I read a whole book in a single day. Yet here I am: 3:58 in the afternoon, all 360 (small) pages of Douglas Coupland’s Life After God finished, consumed, digested. And I feel wired, … Continue reading
Monday afternoons are for Special Things. I built this into my schedule twenty years ago: initially as a part of the week where I could take time off work to allow Marci to get time for herself. I started taking … Continue reading
We couldn’t have asked for better weather to set up for the local Flea & Makers Market this morning. Marci’s furniture restoration business, Fleta’s Cupboard, has been developing for a couple of years now. Her skill set has been growing. … Continue reading
It’s been 247 years since the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Was that day the conception of the United States of America or its birth? I don’t know exactly how to reckon that. But it’s as close to a … Continue reading
It’s been so good to have Elliot and Olivia back for the summer. I’d estimate that our whole family is getting dinner together three nights a week. Sometimes we even have extra special guests join us at the table (both … Continue reading
I recently finished reading Wendell Berry’s collection of short stories, The Wild Birds. It’s another installment in his series of fictional stories of fictional people of a fictional town called Port William, Kentucky. But somehow, it all feels so real! The characters … Continue reading
Ben Folds is one of my favorite artists. I was first introduced to his music at Grumpy Dave’s in downtown Bowling Green, back in the late-1990s. Some aspiring young artist was doing a live performance of some piano-heavy alternative rock … Continue reading