Stories From The New Country

As a parent, and like all parents before me, it is my job to worry about my kids and the world we are leaving them. I have done at least some of that… Read More →

Leaving The Old Country

Sometimes, while looking at my growing children and observing how they interact with the huge but astonishingly accessible world around them, I cannot help but superimpose the images of my own childhood over… Read More →

I’m Talking To You.

For me, the creative act is about conversation.  Whether I am directing a piece of theatre, writing a poem, taking a photograph, crafting a blog post or reading a book aloud to my… Read More →

Rock N’ Roll and Broken Hearts.

9:15 in the morning.  Tuesday.  The sun is piercing through the window of our van as we cut through a February morning that is so brittle-cold that it seems to be crystallizing.  The… Read More →

The Darkness

I bank my days in the eyes of this child. We are peeping long in a hallway mirror. We are sweatpant sham and sideshow circus, All chirps and eyeballs and lyric and grin.… Read More →

I Cannot Afford You.

This morning, my daughter walked into the kitchen where I was preparing a crockpot dinner, and laid herself down on the floor. She smiled up at me and said “Lookit me, Daddy!” and… Read More →

Litany, recited by a Three-Year Old Who Is Not Mine.

Presented without comment. Happy Friday. Litany You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine… -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the… Read More →

Daddy? I Love You.

On most days, my daughter does not wake up like a pleasant person.  She stumbles out of her bedroom, trailing a heavy cloud of sleep like a hangover, rubbing her puffy eyes and… Read More →

The Intruder, pt.2 : A Tale Of Idiocy and Heroism, concluded.

Now what? There was a live mouse trapped under a large soup bowl. I didn’t have an answer for what came next, and my wife (The Hero) had other things to do, after… Read More →

The Intruder: A Tale of Idiocy and Heroism, pt. 1.

I’ll never forget the first time I saw him.  Which is odd, because if we’re being totally honest here, I’d have to say hardly noticed him, let alone recognized him for what he… Read More →