Bless all the dad’s who coach teams so that others don’t have to. I hope those once-in-shape warriors find what they’re looking for.
All in Nonsense
Poem: The Cowboy & the Mountie (for Phil)
My friend told me the difference between the American (my word) or Yankee (his word) and the Canadian could be summed up by comparing the Cowboy and the Mountie. For Phil.
Poem: Regarding the 10:00 PM Flip Out
I thought the kid would feel embarrassed the next morning when he realized he was the inspiration for this poem. Instead was flattered and thanked me.
Travel Log: The Great Midwestern Road Trip #3
From June 4th to June 13th my family piled into a rental car and drove through eleven states straight down the middle of the country. These are our tales.
Poem: It's Doing What Now?
I don’t know. A phrase was stuck in my head so I wrote a poem about it when I should’ve been helping in the church library.
Poem: Those Who Like Neil Diamond & Those Who Don't
They say there are two types of people in the world and never the twain shall meet.
Poem: Avid Indoorsman
With all due respect to Thoreau, Emerson, or any other weirdos lurking in the bushes …
Poem: The Tuesday Afternoon Shift
Hemingway isn’t the only one who can tell very short stories.
Travel Log: The Great Midwestern Road Trip #2
From June 4th to June 13th my family piled into a rental car and drove through eleven states straight down the middle of the country. These are our tales.
Travel Log: The Great Midwestern Road Trip #1
From June 4th to June 13th my family piled into a rental car and drove through eleven states straight down the middle of the country. These are our tales.
Poem: This Guy
If you were there, then you’d understand this perfectly.
Vignette: Burying Bryton
“Seems like we were always burying Bryton. The problem was he wasn’t very dead and the earth was much, much smaller back then. If you buried him too deep …”
Poem: A Utah Father's Dilemma
How to celebrate the heroes who don’t wear capes? Or even shirts around the house?
Vignette: A Certain Town in Oklahoma
There is a certain town in Oklahoma I’d like to discuss, but I won’t say exactly where for two reasons …
Poem: Feminine Mystique
Who can understand the mystery of my dearest Maria?
Poem: 300 Pound Perspective
Why was everyone so grossed out on my way up and so complimentary on my way down?
Poem: The Plan
The Lord works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform (or not).
Poem: How? Why?
To embrace the mystery is to embrace the pooch behind it.
Poem: The Greatest
Discover the greatest of the three.
Poem: The Prodigal Sun
Both sons and suns go away — and come back.