Fantasy With A Strong Male Lead

November Approacheth November is on it’s way. Not only is it a month with Thanksgiving in it but also my birthday. So I took this wondrous month and signed up for NaNoWriMo. Now NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. It is the month where a whole bunch of writers, (Independent and Syndicated) decide that what would be great is writing an entire first draft of a novel in a month. By novel I mean …

A Fathers Journal Of Temptation (Part 2)

Part 1 Entry #1 Dad kept a journal. Not sure where it went must have been lost in the divorce. Maybe he still keeps it hoping waiting for me to call him. I just can’t though I am not sure what went wrong with Mom and Dad but they are both so distant from one another. I don’t want that for my children or wife; or me. So here it is an open book waiting …

A Fathers Journal Of Temptation (Part 1)

Entry #10 I wonder if they had visited my father? Perhaps I should start with the strange events of the drought. We have 120 head of cattle. A modest ranch, we may never be rich but we will have food and finance for the future. The drought came suddenly. The clouds disappeared and the sky opened up to let the full heat of the sun scorch our land. We went from 120 head of cattle …

Straight White Male Thoughts

White privilege; for a while I saw it as a phrase, a concept that was being used to painted me in a bad light. Then I realized, wow I do have white privilege and on top of that I am a straight white male like Dana Carvey Netflix Special. My perspective is not invalid it gives me a vantage from on high. Suddenly I realized that my points of view carry so much MORE weight …

He Sat Crying

He Sat Crying He sat crying in the garage for a little while he cried. A mind like an otherworldly accuser constantly on him. You are always on the bad side of things. He is so young still in elementary school but he is smart. He can’t seem to shake the feeling that he is good enough or smart enough or able to make a friend. No matter how many friends he has he only …

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When the wind blows through trees or the earth is kicked up but subterranean movements humanity writes poetry. We story tell. We lament in the streets. We gird ourselves for war. We right songs and books to fire from our guns. We aim those guns at circumstance, each other, and sometimes we eat the bullets for nourishment. We in the majority flail about looking for something to grasp and we may or may not find …

Step Forward Into The Hurt

When you have to step forward even knowing full and well that it will hurt like you know it will hurt. Imagine you have done 150 air squats and it is the day after and your DOMs is so profound that when you use your quads (The large muscles on the front of your upper leg) they feel like they might explode. Sure you take some Advil and do some stretching but you know that …

Have You Been Showered By Sewage

People are small and insignificant while being galaxies worth of complexity and the arbiters of purpose and significance. I remember feeling so small in my windowless office and daily routine. I watched so many days go by crunching data and doing what I was told. I have kids and a wife and am constantly ashamed of how that seems like not enough. How raising my son is not as fulfilling as I think it should …

A Sweet Sadness Over The Horizon

Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the passage of time and all of the things that means. Such a sweet sadness that is always mixed with deep joy. How I wish I could pour this out on the earth with all of it’s concepts and attached thoughts and perspective. Watching my children grow and watching the ever increasing number of gray beard hairs spread across get a since of impending significance. Not that things are devoid …

Is The Drain Really Unclogged?

Is the drain really unclogged The week started normally enough Monday morning breakfast and work, then Crossfit. That is where things went a little askew from the normal grind. See a spur of the moment obstacle course and this old mans endocrine system aliened like the planets on some cosmic solstice. I felt spry and ready for the class and decided that a vigorous step up onto a thirty inch box was exactly what I …