|What Holds Your Gaze?|
|Thursday, February 27, 2014|
At 37 thousand feet, you see life--not just terrain--more clearly.
I’m writing this piece shoehorned into an airplane whose rows are so tightly spaced the seats do not recline. But it’s only a two and half hour flight to Denver, so I suspect we’ll survive.
Minutes ago, why wife, Diana, observed that this budget airline offers a type of first class option: four seats across instead of six. It was actually tempting.
Now I don’t m[...]
|Hope for Failures|
|Thursday, February 20, 2014|
You could almost wipe the saliva off my mouth. That’s the intensity I felt walking into the International Center at the Broadmoor Hotel in Colorado. I was there to attend Jerry Jenkins’ Christian Writers Guild conference.
Plot structure, point of view, character development—this was the stuff I was longing to dig into. And dig we did (ur…not sure that last sentence would garner the approval of my instructors).
Anyway, we came to the last night of t[...]
|Only for a Time|
|Thursday, February 13, 2014|
An unsettling notion has lately come over me with regard to marriage.
Understand I am grateful for Diana, my wife of 30 years, and the person she is—and is becoming. She is a guiding influence on most everything I touch—from the way I dress to the way I write...to the way I am learning to clean house. Or sit on the couch and just talk.
The unsettling notion I speak of has very little to do with her...but very much to do with me. And quit[...]