Every now and then, I tend to wander. It’s kind of my thing. And sometimes I tote a camcorder along for the ride. It’s also kind of my thing.
Recently, I wandered to Palm Springs, California — a resort town in the middle of southern California’s hot dusty desert. I’d been to Palm Springs once before — last spring, just before Continue reading
“Hey, were you guys just praying?”
I turn from my four church friends to a man – a young man – with blonde hair. He’s a couple years younger than me — a veritable kid with studded earrings. He dons a red sweatshirt emblazoned with the acronym of a local university.
“Yes,” we confirm to him. We were praying. Praying over one of our own in a downtown alleyway just outside the restaurant where we’d … Continue reading
GOOD NEWS, Y’ALL. Remember that book I wrote? Struggle Central? I technically released it on my birthday a few weeks ago, and the response has been affirming. So very affirming. And now, guess what?
I get to release my book again! Only this time it’s, like, more of an official release.
After some up-and-down painstaking waiting these last couple weeks, I’m finally out of the “processing” stage with my self-publisher and into the next waiting … Continue reading
It’s May.
These last two years, May has brought about a shift. A change. A drastic tide to the normal flow and current of my life.
Leaving.
I tutor in September.
I tutor in October.
I tutor in November.
I tutor in December.
I enjoy the holidays.
I tutor in January.
I tutor in February.
I tutor in March.
I tutor in April.
I tutor in May –
And then I leave. Give … Continue reading
Twelve days ago, I hit the “send” button on a newsletter that would transport my first book to 114 people scattered about this planet. In the ensuing 12 days, 40 others would join my fold and also see my first book born in their inbox — born bloody, naked, and afraid. So very afraid.
Within hardly an hour or two, I was already receiving tweets about it. It — my book. My first book. My … Continue reading
I love my grandfather.
I grew up a mile down the road from my grandparents, and I often walked to their house for adventures only grandparents and their grandchildren can appreciate. In turn, my grandfather would often take early morning walks to our house, tweed cap, leather jacket, and sweet hickory pipe in tow.
My grandfather knew how to roll.
We grandkids started calling our grandfather “Ahh” from an early age, because whenever one of … Continue reading
