Stories Told. Lives Changed.
Perspective: To grow in soul The speaker of Thomas Hardy’s poem “The Man He Killed” is a soldier who recalls killing an enemy soldier and realizes had they met under different circumstances they would probably share a drink and a story or two. The speaker hesitates, repeats himself, talks in circles as he tries to […]
What is a pebble jar and why you should make one Day 20 of the 21 Day Challenge required me to make a pebble jar. What’s a pebble jar? Literally–it’s a jar filled with pebbles. Or in my case, a jar filled with poker chips. Figuratively–each pebble, or poker chip, represents a measure of time. […]
A longer post about a lot of stuff Today’s post is longer than usual because I’m a teacher and I’m on summer break and because day-time television stinks and because writing is away to avoid doing housework and because I’ve got a lot to tell you and I know you’ll listen. So on Monday I […]
It’s been a tough week. You know–one of those weeks where multiple things break, plans halt and change, arguments ensue, and the shit rises and officially hits the fan. It’s been a week of little frustrations, piling on each other, making one, hot snarling big frustration that stands bow-legged, arms-crossed, and grins six inches from […]
I wrote this post one year ago. It remains one of my favorites. And one that, in the feverish throes of holiday shopping and gift giving, stands as an important reminder. My son Chase is now 8. He has less teeth then he did last year and wants an Xbox for Christmas this year. My […]
Having a hole in your brain isn’t all terrible. Dare I say I’m grateful for having the opportunity to endured such a misfortune. For I’ve learned my attitude about such stark truth is simply a matter of perspective. Like this one time when I was having a PET scan– which tests for Multiple Sclersosis. I […]
The high school parking lot. America’s blacktop proving ground since the Model-T rolled off the assemble line and into our lives. The place where lines are still drawn, sleeves still rolled and disagreements still forcefully settled. So it only made sense that I was asked the combustible question, the question that packed C-4 between it’s […]