. . . and anyone else who delights in taking hunks of verbal marble and sculpting stories that sing. Today I posted some reflections on “good” writing and my personal goals as a writer. If you’re interested in that sort of thing, click here. And feel free to leave comments. I like to know what
For Luke and Zach . . . Read More »
Four weeks ago today, four bombs exploded in London. Two weeks ago today, four more bombing attempts failed. Today London is on high alert for terrorist activity. According to an online news article I just read, they’ve launched one of the most expensive police campaigns ever. Today. Grace arrived in London about 12 hours ago.
“The distance just dissolves into the love.” Read More »
Grace and I met them while standing in line to buy crepes. If you ever find yourself at the Saturday Minturn Market, know this in advance: procuring a crepe for lunch means a long wait in a long line, but it’s worth every sun-drenched, leg-to-leg-weight-shifting nanosecond. Two guys who look like back-country guides in chef’s
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Attention, L-Jarita-ville. I have a few announcements. Just follow the linky-dinks provided below, and all your dreams will come true. Or not. But follow them anyway. It’s time once again for a Celebration of New Christian Fiction. Check out this month’s blogger bonanza, hosted by the lovely and talented Marcia Laycock at her cozy little
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While we were in Seattle we drove up to Queen Anne and visited Brett, the Tea Man. (Click his name for a story I wrote about him in November, 2004). Brett prepared some Wen Shan Bao Zhong tea for our tasting pleasure. He described it as a low oxidized tea that’s classified as an oolong,
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I feel like someone scooped up a big stack of photographs, tossed them in the air, and I’m catching glimpses of golden memories as they fall around me. I want to snatch each one, show it to you, and tell you all about it. But then the next one catches my eye, and my thoughts
“Little by little, one travels far.” J.R.R. Tolkien Read More »
. . . you can casually tap a spider with your Birkenstock-clad foot–a black spider that’s dashing across the hardwood floor toward the dark recesses under your bed (the bed you crawl into barefoot every night)–and you can lean over and clearly see the red hourglass on its belly, and you can grab a tissue
You know you’re a Texan when . . . Read More »
I’ve never been able to figure out how to post pictures to LJ. Lots of people do it, so I’m pretty sure the problem lies with me and a disease known as non-tech-itis. However, I’ve started a blog (as of yesterday) over at blogger.com just for posting pics. In a moment of sheer creative genius
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Has it been a month already? My, how time flies when you’re Celebrating. It’s Chris Mikesell’s turn to host the Celebration of New Christian Fiction. Here’s what he has to say about the menu: “Our contributors have given us a feast this month, with everything from pears to tortilla soup to a variation on linguine.
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This is an interesting place to live. Jacob is rocking out in the den, thanks to a Jars of Clay DVD. He can’t just watch a concert. He sings. He shouts. He stands. He claps or raises his hands. It’s an interactive, aerobic adventure. And then there’s George. My fashionisto. I chuckled when he walked
Of fashion, concerts, and chocolate dreams. Read More »