My cousin Garrett is in Liberia, helping people cope with the Ebola epidemic. Here he is being interviewed via Skype by a reporter at New Y...

Today was Elyse’s birthday. I say “was” because Elyse is with us no more. She died on an April night at the age of 16 when a congenital ane...

I swear I used to be able to write poetry once. Maybe not very good poetry, but actual poetry. This one, inspired by the Always (Proctor and...

I am holding half an acre Torn from the map of Michigan And folded in this scrap of paper Is a land I grew in Think of every town you...

“Why do I smirk so much?” Mavis asked. “I’m not a particularly smug or supercilious person. Why can’t I have a shy smile, or a fond smile, ...

For I don’t know how long I have been seeing this picture on Patheos when reading the several blogs I follow there. It looked interesting, ...

Things I write out the long way frequently online, and wish other people knew my abbreviations for: ICBWAT - I could be wrong about tha...