a little lift

I remember being six and standing in the cheese line at the fairgrounds with my Mom and brothers. It was a beautiful, bright day. There was so much light around. I remember the light so well. All of us were wearing hand-me-downs or Salvation Army specials. There was more than cheese, of course—“provisions” is what … More a little lift

Black

Nearly 10 years ago, I wrote a book called Pilgrim’s Bay. I worked my ass off on it because I loved the characters as if they were real people in my life. Always, it was as if they were waiting for me to come around to visit and listen and remember their story so that … More Black

Eight Years

You will make many mistakes. Some of them inexplicable even though you are a grown man with a career, car payments, a mortgage or three, and husband and daddy duties. You’ll say mean things to your kids. Kick the cat out of the way. Raise your voice to your wife. You’ll wake up drunk in … More Eight Years

the art of marriage

It is more real than I ever expected— our life of keeping kids happy, healthy, and safe. Working every day so ends not only meet but overlap just enough to keep us comfortable and warm. It has been a great lesson in patience and faith, this art of marriage. And where we’re at now is … More the art of marriage

a star streaks

(click below for audio) A star streaks through the forgotten sky. Brings excitement. For an instant. Then is gone. I watch street lamps, porch lights, more stars, and I linger outside in the dark maybe a little too long. My son will be standing outside one night in July, drunk from big glasses of wine, … More a star streaks