For over a year and a half, I told my story. It was my first attempt at blogging. While I have finished telling that particular story, I have archived the story here. It makes most sense if you scroll down the to first post.
The first time aliens abducted me involved a good deal of blood and sweat. I was young when it happened. Too young, to be honest. But one does not choose when and where and even how to be abducted. It just happens. One moment you are playing checkers with your grandma in the kitchen at…Read more »
Over a year has passed since I sat in my pastor’s kitchen shortly after speaking with my mother on the phone. Over a year has passed since I cried, alone, for no reason (there was, of course, a reason – many). Over a year has passed since I told my wife that I was trying…Read more »
Light crept through the broken blind, worked its way across the bedroom, and eventually settled on a stale cup of water where a dead mosquito like thing (surely it is too late in the season for an actual one?”) floated and waited. Of course, that begs the question: do the dead wait? And really, how…Read more »
I have been stuck. Conflicted as it were. I am at that point in my run, say mile three, where I either stop, call it good, and congratulate myself for giving it a try, or I push on and commit for the long term. I started this blog at the beginning of the summer, and…Read more »
It has been nearly a month since I last posted a blog. Since that time I had the chance to go on vacation to Northern Minnesota. While there, I had a once and a lifetime moment (for me) on the golf course. I finished a nine hole outing with three pars. Two days later, I…Read more »
Here is a link to my essay on NPR for WNIJ’s Perspectives. I draw from my previous blog on Race, Adoption, and #mykidslivesmatter. http://northernpublicradio.org/post/keep-one-little-word-mind