“Well, there was a scorpion on my bed. I got kinda freaked and picked it up in the pajama pants I wasn’t wearing. Had to move it somehow.” The teenager looked at me from her top bunk. Ceiling fans swung above us providing the only relief from the Ciudad Juarez summer temperatures that hovered around… READ MORE >>

The burning ache in the top vertebrae of my neck began after two hours. Unfortunately, I wasn’t done painting the kitchen and dining room ceilings in two hours. It took about six hours of effort over two days of my Independence Day holiday. Owning a home, I long ago discovered, is not for those who… READ MORE >>

Story Wonders: The Tales I Cannot Tell

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  Reassurance up front: I won’t tell the stories from this place that you don’t want to hear. Because as much as you don’t want to hear them, I don’t want to tell them that much more. One night a few years ago, I stood in front of a small audience at the Tacoma Public… READ MORE >>

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  My writing froze over the last few months. What’s worse, I also could not seem to get into a story to read. I slowed in March to a reading and writing crawl and then, in April, virtually stopped. I could blame many things, including an extra splash of day job stress and a bad experience… READ MORE >>

So here’s a thing that happens to me with writing. If I write something awful, starting the next piece feels like wading through a muck-filled bog. “What if it stinks of skunk cabbage like last time?” I ask myself. If I write something wonderful, starting the next piece feels like wading though a muck-filled bog. “It can never be… READ MORE >>

What an 18-Year-Old Can Teach a 45-Year-Old

Dear Readers- I’m going to try too much in this post. I’m going to tell you of youth and beauty, of talent and hard work, and of a failed audition. I’m going to tell you of the Russian, of the day my dad died, the day another dad hugged his daughter, and why teachers matter. It’s… READ MORE >>

A Clarinetist and Her Dad

“Band Director Conducts Daughter in Solo Scholarship Performance” Eighteen-year-old Mikaela Rink has a secret to her clarinet success. “It’s like living with a human metronome.” Rink said, referring to her father and the clicking timekeepers musicians use to keep rhythm. Bob Rink often passes by her door as she practices at home, telling her if… READ MORE >>

  It’s been a hard week or two full of things I can tell my family and friends but not the world in a blog post. I tell you this not to be obnoxious but to find some balance between what we post on Facebook or in a blog with what our lives are really… READ MORE >>