
Vignettes from a Morning Hike
Beech Tree by a Stream The shape of a living thing is defined by what it clings to to survive. Living things grab ahold; they...
A Place for Thinking and Writing
Beech Tree by a Stream The shape of a living thing is defined by what it clings to to survive. Living things grab ahold; they...
“I returned to my childhood home only to realize it wasn’t my home I was searching for.” -unknown I grew up in a little town...
Dear Dad, Yesterday was Father’s Day; sorry we couldn’t make it up for the cookout. I thought writing you a letter might assuage a...
I don’t speak a word of Arabic. I don’t need to. Anyone hearing this mother, no matter their native tongue, would understand the panic and...
“Your first ride to the top of the Eiffel Tower is no time for tears,” I said. Her attention was fixed on the horizon, on...
Rev. 6/26 I am ancient. I am newly arranged, but I’ve watched eons pass. Peering into the void, I recognize my kin. Hydrogen, helium, and...
Every Monday, in my classroom, we ask students to stand and say “The Pledge of Allegiance.” I have had discussions with students over the years,...
One surprise this summer is the discovery that I have both an interest in and (maybe) an affinity for infographics. The biggest takeaway regarding infographics...
I have always been a writer. I am the annoying guy who posts long-winded political diatribes on Facebook and responds to friends’ texts with “1/4,...