Over on the right hand side of our garage is a workbench. It’s not my workbench, because it was here when we started renting, but I’ve laid claim to it for now. On the top shelf sits a nondescript cardboard box: 40” long, 12” wide and around 4” tall. If you noticed it at all … More Unfinished Work
If you know her, you know this isn’t hyperbole: my wife is an amazing person. Amanda has a deep love for others, and not just those closest to her. She is, to borrow a phrase, more precious than jewels. … More More Precious than Jewels
Pixar movies have a knack for making me tear up, but nothing could prepare me for what Toy Story 4 was going to do to me. … More Buzz, Woody and Ugly Tears
I haven’t been as prone to write of late. I haven’t felt the thoughts pouring out like they did a year or so ago, when words and ideas were coming out at a pretty constant rate. I didn’t (thank God) publicize them all, but even so, I was more prolific than I’d ever been. Many … More Old Wounds
Thinking about the importance of deep, honest relationships … More Deep Waters
A marathon road trip for work spurred up some musings on the stars, and life in general. … More Road Trip Star Gazing
We had to leave… … More We Had to Leave
Something different at The Wading Pool today … More What Was, Was
I wrote about Moving On, and yet I keep getting pulled back. Sometimes it’s others, sometimes it’s me. Maybe “pressing on” is a better way to look at it? The ol’ dog returning to his vomit isn’t always as cut and dry as we think. Sometimes, the stuff you should be avoiding isn’t as unappealing … More Pressing On
When I’m driving around the Oklahoma hinterlands, I often find myself thinking about the settlers that crossed the plains on their way to a “better life out west.” Those folks didn’t have cell phones or the internet to keep them connected to home. They didn’t have easy travel. When they left, it was like a … More Moving On
