Most Days

Most days I’m thankful for my neighbor’s transmissionally challenged truck. Reliably at 6:15 each morning it roars down the road full throttle–even though it’s less than 50 feet to the stop sign. There’s a low rumbling pause and then the driver guns it toward U.S. 42. I can hear his gears shifting in the increasing distance…

10 Ideas for Outdoor Activities

Here are 10 things you can do outdoors that require little or no preparation, skills, or special equipment. 1. Hiking You can also bike, run, or jog, but I like hiking because anyone can hike. In some places I’ve been a hiker has to worry about venomous snakes, alligators, or dangerous insects. But the worst…

Beyond Paper or Plastic

| What Grocery Shopping Taught Me About Social Justice | It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything worth posting here. Apparently I’m not the only person struggling to write after the election. It’s not that I haven’t tried. It’s just that everything I start devolves into a political rant. I start out with good intentions…

Yes, Bob Dylan, and it isn’t the poetry….

I said “You know they refused Jesus too.” The man said “You’re not him…” -Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream   Full disclosure: I’m a big fan. Dylan is a part of my family’s language. Growing up, the most important piece of furniture in the house was always the stereo and the only album that was always left…

Can We Just Talk for a Minute?

By all accounts we’re in the midst of an intensely weird presidential election. Whatever happens on November 8, it will be historic. Most people have strong opinions about our contenders. But I don’t want to talk about that right now. I want to talk about Regis. Regis and I were co-workers at a local church.…

In Praise of My Dad on Mother’s Day

Hope Edelman is one of the speakers at the River Teeth creative nonfiction conference this year, which I help plan. When I checked out Edelman’s bio I felt an immediate need to get a copy of her book Motherless Mothers and see what insights it might provide. I didn’t get past the first chapter without…

My Infamous Exploding Car

So my car exploded last month. Really. I still have no answers on why this happened. I left work late as usual. It was cold — red-cheek, Ohio-January cold — so I had driven to work, even though I live just a few blocks away. But when I turned the ignition on our old Buick,…