Count the Beautiful Things, Part 2

I wrote a second day's worth.   It's not poetry, really, but here it is.   We could do this sort of thing everyday, and never run out of counting.   Just thankful. Especially for this beautiful bunch.   Not together this year for Thanksgiving, but they'll always be with me, whichever holiday table finds …

Count the Beautiful Things, Part 1

It's just a list, really, an off the cuff exercise from a few days ago.   Seemed like a good thing to share on a Thanksgiving Day.   May there be too many beautiful things (read "moments") in your day to count... And I should say...this girl is the first of my list, always... (I …

THE BATTING CAGE: One Story, Two Perspectives

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. …

It’s Already Been Done: A Particular Lie

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 …

On Forgetting Your Lines…

The opening night audience, all a-flutter with anticipation, arrives at what is known as the summation scene of a mystery thriller, the famous detective having cleverly solved what was heretofore a thorny puzzle.    He meticulously lays out the clues and their natural conclusion, the culprit is apprehended, and lights come up, and everyone goes home …