over the waterfall

Tonight I’m going to be speaking in my church’s Ash Wednesday service, partly because I’m a staff person usually active in church calendar services, but also partly just to give them a heads-up about the[…]

fasting in need

I’ve always struggled with Lent. Here I could rattle off a dozen meaningless practices of Lenten fasts to make a point and probably even coat them in enough amusing and engaging sarcasm that I’d distract[…]

the confession of strangers

So I’m on my way back to Chattanooga from Dallas. The thing about the Chattanooga airport is that it’s awesome to fly out from but there’s genuine difficulty in returning to it. On the way[…]

crafty, and just my type.

So my mother-in-law sends a cryptic email to all of us kids this year, indicating that she’d like for us each to make her something from our individual talents. She went on more specifically, naming[…]

my son, the portrait artist

I threw him under the bus yesterday; only fair to give him some props. The pic is of Grey (6) at the 2011 Wild Goose Festival doing a little pre-breakfast drawing while Penner (4) does[…]

my son, the tumultuous thug

Grey’s extracurricular schedule for the past week and a half: In the hallway, punch a child in the arm. In after-school care, show a boy your [edited: body part deleted due to unwanted traffic from[…]

death on two wheels

I hate it when I have to get rid of a motorcycle. I’ve never had what you’d ordinarily think of as a “nice” motorcycle, but I’ve always loved whatever bike I had at any given[…]

how to make cake

Grey (6) had an appointment at the doctor today so Penner (4) and I had the house to ourselves. Penner finds an odd freedom in his older brother not being around and it manifests itself[…]

the rest of the story

Late last night I posted a response to a out-of-full-context quote in my Twitter feed. This morning I heard from my friend and, after having taken his 140 characters to task, felt it would be[…]

consuming it for jeebus

I’m all bent out of shape, as per usual. I’m going to quote some things that I don’t fully understand and of which I don’t wholly know the context, so I’ll be leaving out some[…]

the new me

Hey, welcome to the new me. I’d know it for a while. My blog has been, since its inception, attached to my band’s website. At the time, the band was the only iron I had[…]

the odd relationship of help

Everything in American culture is available on a consumer basis. You can do almost anything of which you can conceive at virtually any hour, any day of the week. Somewhere. Probably even online. Except. If[…]

slapping babies

This picture is of the house across the street from where I worked clearing trees with one of my church families today. It’s a traditional 2-story Cape Cod, except that the storm converted it into[…]