Day 25. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES? I’ve made it this far and nary a mental writing breakdown in sight. Fall has arrived in a rush of leaves, cold and pumpkin spice here in Denver. I will say that I’m not a particular fan of pumpkin in pretty much any form. Or yams. Or sweet potatoes. Yes, I apparently hate America. Or at least the Pilgrims alleged version of American cuisine. I deplore Pumpkin Pie. Even a healthy or unhealthy
It’s day 24 of National Blog Writing month and I feel like I’m hitting a stride. It might be a staggering stride and I may have started growling like a hangry undead version of myself but it’s a stride people! Since leaving my job of nearly five and a half years earlier this month I’ve embarked on doing my devotionals on a daily basis. It’s been a welcome return to something I’ve been missing. And that’s been much of what
It’s day 23 of National Blog Writing Month and I’ve not lost my mind or rage quit. So there’s that. As I’m out of ideas to talk about I’m going to write some fiction here and see if it sticks. So there. ******* Thomas Dahl stood outside interview room 001 with black coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. The girl inside the room had required his attention. As a Lieutenant in the Cope Police Department
This is “A Unwritten Letter”. Couple of years back this was a fresh emotion playing upon my heart. This is me writing a letter to the someone to finally close it out. I may do more of these for National Blog Writing Month. We’ll see. Onwards! ****** I wish I could have told you how I felt about you. I wish you could have heard me describe how when I looked into your eyes I felt as I’d come home
I podcast to talk about “When God Kills Me.” The man I talk about is Mark Harp. His obit is here and his website is here.
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. That line comes from the famous tome “A Tale of Two Cities” and it’s a book I confess to never having read. I’m not sure how I escaped it through my high school career and limited college experience, but I did. I recently ended my employ at a nearby metro hospital. I had worked there for five years serving on day shift, night shift and overnights. There are
Well, it had to happen. Miss enough days – punish myself via youtube.
I just got done recording a over five minute video punishing myself for missing so many National Blog Writing days. It’s possibly the most terrifying 5 or so minutes I’ve recorded and that’s saying something. I explain in the video – but the short story is that work, sleep schedules and third shift have all been getting in the way – and that’s just fine. Life isn’t meant to be easy or simple. It’s an adventure. It feels good to
Every year. Every year I do this thinking, “This year I can do it without having to catch up.” And every year I end up behind the eight ball cursing the keys my fingers run desperately across. It’s the way of the keyboard and you would think I’d eventually figure this out and accept it. But you’d be wrong. I’m still missing day four and the fact that I’m still talking about it means that it’s going to stick in
I have a fellow Christian friend who also writes about her Faith and reading her posts always makes me smile and fills me with hope. She’s a new Christian and has taken to writing about her journey. Why does her writing make me smile and fill me with hope? Because whenever I think I’ve screwed up, lost my way or failed my God I read her posts and realize we’re in the same boat and not alone. Her youthful tenacity