The vase is broken. That much is clear. Pieces are scattered across the dining room floor. But nobody’s confessing to nothing. Dad says, “I just want to know how the vase was broken.” He’s got a piece of the vase … Continue reading
I recently finished reading John Steinbeck’s travelogue, Travels with Charley in Search of America. I think I heard about it from my friend Alex. The recommendation was casual, however, and it happened quite awhile ago. Anyway, the book sounded interesting enough that … Continue reading
I recently finished reading Jay Cole’s book, Tyler Johnson Was Here. It’s a young adult novel. Still, it speaks to some important themes that surged to the forefront of American discourse in 2020. Specifically: Police Brutality, Systemic Racism, and the “Black Lives … Continue reading
There are some fascinating similarities between car ownership and dog ownership. I was on a Zoom call last week with one of the H2O Life Groups I help to coach, when we made the discovery. I don’t know. Maybe “discovery” … Continue reading
Dear Elliot, Happy Birthday! It’s a weird birthday, with everyone ordered to shelter-in-place because of the COVID-19 pandemic. Still, I’m praying that it can somehow be a Happy Birthday. You’ve brought so much happiness to my life over these last … Continue reading
I just finished reading Michael Shaara’s book, The Killer Angels. My eyes chanced across it while browsing in our local used book shop, and something about the cover of the book captured my attention. I also noticed that it had won the … Continue reading
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