Salvation

One of my earliest memories is of my father storming into the downstairs playroom with a stack of records that I loved listening to and snapping them into shards while I cried. As I recall, one of his records had been scratched. I’m not sure if the scratch had been my fault, but that was… Read more

Why I Blog

Since I recently threw my hat in the “Dad Blogger” ring, I have read extensively in the genre, trying to get a sense of the styles and structures of a well-crafted post. I can’t judge whether I craft well or whether I’m capturing the genre’s spirit, but I can say that many of the posts… Read more

Outsiders

Seems that everybody wants to be at the mercy of something. Whether rules, or limits, or comfort in standards and certainty, I never feel quite right in the company of constraint. Of course I realize that you’ve got to know the rules before you break them — get them in your bones then let them go snap.… Read more