cobbling together the artist's life…coaching, acting, photography, writing, and music…
Here's an interesting thing, a chance to get the same father-son story from the perspective of two writers. Daniel, my son, had an interesting (not exactly tragic, but close) baseball experience when he was little, and later that night, after it happened, I sat and wrote the whole thing down, so I wouldn't forget. …
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Truth is…I’m spinning. Anybody else spinning with me? It’s hard to be honest about that spinning, because frankly, life works better when spinning is at a minimum, and balance reigns. What do I mean by spinning? I mean this: to sit at my computer (surrounded by an office of books on Christian faith, creativity, writing, …
At any given moment, there are millions of artists and craftspeople working around the world, making things that may or may not have any pragmatic use (depending on how you define pragmatics), and for most of human history, those artists worked in small corners, unnoticed except by the few. Not so today, thankfully. An explosion …
Got your coffee? A cup of tea? Here we go. So the conversation begins (see yesterday's post) with a sampling of my tetrameter (eight syllables per line, roughly) musings, a discipline I've continued each morning for over a year now. I've decided to ignore whether or not these writings can properly be called …
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I have now lived ten days longer than my father. As we flew to Hawaii on Friday, April 12, I was thoughtful of another date: July 23, 1988, was Jimmy Joe Berryman’s 19,707th day, and his last. April 12, 2013 was Jeffrey William Berryman’s 19,707th day. All that day, I reflected on the fact …
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