Mail Call

For the first time in who-knows-how-long, the past two days have brought interesting mail: the kind that elicits a response. If only the mailman knew how much a part of my life he has become! Every single morning I rush out to the mailbox expectantly, almost immediately after he arrives—well, not wishing to appear overly … More Mail Call

Living as an Author Teetering Among Many Roles

Highs and lows and everything in between. Getting the axe from a comfortable job, navigating a crisis located smack dab in the middle of life, publishing a book, working to gain traction on a second, farming, painting houses, fathering, husbanding (animals, wife, children), book marketing, being the proud spouse/booster of an artist, and striving each and … More Living as an Author Teetering Among Many Roles

Humanity blooms in struggle. Plus, home economics for a family of starving artists.

Like a ship bashing into a coral reef, my head was gashed and deeply pierced by the corner of a deck board today. With blood flowing liberally, I completed my paint job after running my head under the frigid water of the outdoor spigot to the point of numbness. Then, 30 minutes later I bashed … More Humanity blooms in struggle. Plus, home economics for a family of starving artists.

Winning the Lottery With Berry, consuming The Grapes of Wrath, and Some Relevance for Labor Day

It was like I won the lottery. Picked as the lucky winner, I could pick virtually any book on Earth and have it shipped to me for FREE! Being a frequent user of the library, and facing a significant cash shortage, I haven’t purchased a book for myself in years. Such extravagance! Additionally, I’ve been … More Winning the Lottery With Berry, consuming The Grapes of Wrath, and Some Relevance for Labor Day