Beyond Paper or Plastic

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 … and suddenly I’m ranting again about cabinet appointments and exaggerated news reporting. But I’m not surprised. One can hardly buy a cup of coffee or check the weather forecast without a reminder of the huge rift in our nation…

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

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 out was Tangled Up in Blues…. Still my first reaction to Bob Dylan winning the Nobel Prize in Literature was – Uh… Really???

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,…

The Best Little Harvest Pagaent Ever

I have a soft spot for wayward boys. I suppose I see my brother in all of them. Otherwise I would have dropped the middle school version of our church’s afterschool program after two sessions. My Thursday group consisted of about half a dozen foul-mouthed in-town boys and two girls…

The Let Down of Being Let Go

In less than a month I will be losing my job.* That means I will soon be engaged full-time in the soul sucking process of a desperate job search. If you get the notion that I’m not looking forward to it, you are correct. For one thing I’m leaving a job I love: people I…