time and tide
My youngest started school today. She was excited. She was ready. It was a good morning, lots of memories. A bit fraught, a little bittersweet. We did okay. We watched her walk to the door. So...
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When I was younger, two of my favorite books were Mercer Mayer’s Professor Wormbog in Search for the Zipperump-a-Zooand One Monster After Another. Recently I dug them out of a box in the basement....
View Article“Come back here and give me my daughter…”
Busy times right now, just a quick share of a song that’s been rattling around in my head for the past few days. Still holds up, yeah? There’s also a very nice acoustic version of it out there as well....
View Article“…and we change with them.”
When I moved to Michigan in 1996, one of the first things I set out to do in my new hometown was find a comic book store. Finding the right comic book store is like finding the right church. And more...
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This is a true story. One afternoon this past summer, my 19-year-old son was walking down the middle of the street in a neighborhood here in our town. A car pulled up behind him. My son did not move...
View ArticleGoodbye 2014
“Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the...
View Article“When there is trap set up for you…”
It’s been a while since I posted some music — hell, it’s been a while since I posted anything, I know. This song has been with me for a few days now (my middle daughter is taking accordion lessons)....
View ArticleKensinger Jones
I first met Ken Jones on Thanksgiving Day in 2004. We hit it off. Not surprising, as we had a lot of things in common. Each of us had been lucky enough to fall into careers in Advertising. We both...
View ArticlePeriscope
I’ve talked about this before, but the latest surge in popularity for live video streaming apps like Periscope has reminded me of the digital clock I used to watch from my bedroom window late at night:...
View ArticleGrandpa was…
My wife wrote this eulogy for her grandfather, Kensinger Jones. She read it at his memorial service last month. Since the service, people who knew and loved Ken have been asking for a copy (including...
View ArticleThe Long Year
As I write this, the second wave of copies of The Red Boy are shipping out to people who have placed orders. After so long, it is be a relief to see this book going out into the world. For a project...
View ArticleOffices
This past week I conducted two sacred offices, both equally difficult in their own right. On Thursday, I was the foreman in a jury and delivered our verdict to the court. After nine days of witnesses,...
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