I like to leave this figurine on my desk at work. It's mostly because I'm a kid at heart, but it also has a certain context for me. Underneath the ordinary, there is a superman (or woman). We have a power in ourselves that we have a tendency to ignore or deny. So you may … Continue reading Underneath, a Superman
I made a thing. Here it is. It's a work in progress.
Me: You can do it (How I want to sound) (How I'm afraid I sound) (How I probably sound)
Hey all, So I've been working on the Department for Mutated Persons this holiday week, and I know there hasn't been an update since Christmas Eve. Maybe you're chomping at the bit, or maybe you forgot about the Depart for whats-its. Either way, I've been working on Chapter 6, but also working on the end … Continue reading DMP Update (December 29, 2016)
I was having a conversation with a co-worker the other day (see: an ambiguous approximation of time ago), when I was struck by something not-so profound, but (all the same) important. When it comes to talking about our problems, you can see someone else in two different ways. You either see a person with a problem, or … Continue reading Two Types
Dealing with a lot of transitions lately. I just finished the rough manuscript of my first novel, so I'm transitioning into the edit process; and it's proving to be a pain the ass. My birthday is on the 20th, so I will be transitioning to age 32, which is just what it is at this … Continue reading Transitions
A man promised glory. He pointed the finger at others and cast blame. And they applauded manically. Roses in the air as the car drives through town. The people smile with glazed eyes. Dictator on parade.
My daughter turned one week old today. Her lifespan could still be easily calculated in hours (over 168 as of 5:32p.m. this afternoon), days (7), and now week. I was having a conversation with a fellow dad, one who has been on his journey five years longer than I am. We were talking about not … Continue reading An Abundance of Time
The dog was a mutt, with no clear ancestry to speak of. He was smiling in the dumb way all dogs do: mouth agape, tongue slung back and forth and bobbing. But one eye was happy and clear, while the other – still happy – was infected and compacted by swollen flesh. We packed our … Continue reading Your pain