Not quite in all my glory. I did a lot of goofy and stupid things. Like any child.
“When things don’t go well,” he said, “I leave the room and find a place to pray. Sooner or later god will tell me what to do.” Then he smiled as if I was supposed to accept this overtly religious and silly answer. This is the kind of holy thing that holy men do and, once done, they bask in the holy glow.
Do you know what this is? It’s a fabric patch. I’m using it to repair a butterfly net but it is made to repair holes in jeans or tears in shirts when you slip under a barbed-wire fence and catch your sleeve on one of the barbs because Rocky is chasing you with a big […]
Have you ever had to decide what you’re good at? Choose your best self.
I expected the seas to part. I absolutely expected lots of yelling. At the very least, I expected to be dragged to the truck by my ear. But Mom and Dad just looked at each other. They probably winked. “Fine.”
On the infection of guitars in church…
Not-so-pleasantries in Seattle’s Pike Place Market
A brief story about figuring things out for yourself: The Trial I was an undergrad and had my first research grant to continue unfinished work from one of my professors doing chromosome mapping. I was thrilled. Who wouldn’t be? Surely a Nobel couldn’t be far off? When all the other kids went home from school […]