Writing
Posts & reflections.
Since 2005.
Harvest of Memory
My great grandmother, May, could feel the weather. My great grandfather, Steve, could read the clouds. I can feel a thousand things but their depth…
Photo Bug
I believe that life is an adventure.
The Minnesota Great-Together
My oldest daughter, Grace, hoarded spare change for the last year. I would find her squirreling away money, gathering it in her tiny fists and…
Thirty Something
Today I turn thirty.
A State Fair [of] Mind
My daughter is a wonder.
An Imperfect Peace
I have learned to live with loss; I suppose we all do at some point in our lives. Today marks six years since my brother Chris passed away.
My Nineteen Month Old Daughter is Vulgar
As parents we fill many roles: jester, counselor, disciplinarian, teacher, student. I know children mirror what they see and hear, however, this one…
The Things We Carry
We accumulate things -- it seems to be a secondary vocation for Americans. I am guilty of retaining things with little purpose, small sentimental…
I leave you peace; My peace I give you
Christians believe death is a celebration. As a Catholic I know it as a sacrament, and having lost my brother five years ago, as a reality. My wife…
Sports Illustrated
While waiting at the gate for my flight to Chicago, I happened to witness the most egregious display of hillbilly social ineptitude imaginable. The…
The Power of FreeBSD
Moshe Bar wrote in BYTE January 2001:
Truth in advertising
While reading a review during a lull in my TechServices shift, I came across one of the many adverts for VoIP service. This one, however, was special.