Greetings from a basement out here in the middle of middle of Minnesota. I hope this missive finds you and yours feeling hearty and hale, and enjoying the heck out of your Saturday evening. Currently, Audrey and the girls are out shopping with her mom, George is sleeping upstairs, and I’m watching the 90s era … Continue reading In Celebration of ERP!
Greetings from a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota! Hope this missive finds you doing well, friends, and feeling hearty and hale. ‘Twas a pretty solid Sabbath. For the first time in a long time George slept in his own bed by himself all night long. I’d made a bed on the floor … Continue reading Niner For a Heart of Gold
Greetings to all from a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota! Happy sabbath, happy 7th Day of Christmas, and an early Happy New Year’s. I hope this missive finds you and yours feeling hearty and hale in the waning hours of 2022. It’ s been a lovely day for us thus far. Awoke … Continue reading Gott Nytt år!
Hello from, well not quite a basement out here in the middle of Minnesota, but more so the lobby of a fitness center waiting for my daughters while they have their swimming lesson. Hope this missive finds you and yours doing well, and feeling hearty and hale. And if you’ve got the doldrums or some … Continue reading Learning to Tell Stories in a New Way: Adventures in Reading Middle Grade & Young Adult
Late to Dinner posts are about something (or someone) that has been part of the cultural (and usually pop cultural at that) zeitgeist for a number of years, but which I've only discovered recently. Good evening, friends. I hope this missive finds you all doing well, and feeling relatively hearty and hale. Toward the front … Continue reading Late to Dinner: Supergiant Games
Evening and huzzah, goda människor, from a basement out here in central Minnesota. I hope this missive finds you all safe, sound, hearty, and hale. Nearly bedtime around these parts, but I wanted to hop and post something before hitting the rack.
It's been a week since Halloween, a week since the end of October, a week since the culmination of Short As Fictober, my self-imposed, month-long writing journey. I haven't written much of anything since then, but I have had a moment to reflect on the experience and make a plan of sorts.
In the preface to his essay collection, Zen in the Art of Writing, Ray Bradbury writes "And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has be awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation" (xii).