The Collecting Collection
The collection is
collecting.
It will soon be released
in toto.
This means as a complete
collection.
Not in Kansas.
Remember: You Cain’t Do Nothing with Love
Reading in the Rain
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I don’t know where you are—based on my blog stats, there’s a good chance you might be in Brazil or New Zealand or Italy or India or Britain—but whatever part of the world you’re in, it might be raining.
That steady downpour that makes you hunt a sofa, a blanket, a warm cup of coffee or tea.
You need a nap, really, a chance to drop off to...
The Interstitial Moment
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I don’t exit well.
Astounded, I stared at the blank space on the dining room table. Last time I looked, my train ticket had been lying in that spot. My “this is not a ticket” information sheet, too, just in case I needed it. Ahead of time, I’d dutifully printed both pieces of paper and laid them in their special place. Which was now blank....
Thoughts on Gifting
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As much as I have promoted the free access to the stories—on this blog, iTunes, YouTube—one of the more popular vehicles for listening has been the $10 CDs. People listen in their cars; they use the CDs in their cars.
So.
If you’d like to give a CD for Christmas, let me know. The CD has 4 stories—”Lucky Critters,”...
An Open Letter of Thanks
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Only the Memphis School of Servant Leadership would:
* encourage me to leave the Mission Group (even though they wanted me to stay) because it was best thing for me
* tear up as I told them the time had come for me to venture forth on my own
* lay hands on me to bless my new journey
* tell me they expected me to change the world
* do all of...
Accepting Salutes
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Always, in the past, I would call my daddy on Veteran’s Day. I called him on Memorial Day. I called, every once in a while, on December 7th when Pearl Harbor was bombed. I called to tell him thank you for a service that happened before I was born. Before I ever knew he would come into my life. Before . . .
*
He was only nineteen years...
Forget the Writing Rules
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If I knew every book I picked up would be as fascinating as the unpublished novel I just finished, I’d live each day with a readiness for the quiet moments when I could get back to the world between the pages.
Most books I read are not so fascinating. Many are poorly written. Or well-written with characters whose lives I could care...
Coming from Behind the Curtain
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me
The face behind the voice.
Tell me if this is what you envisioned when you listened to the stories.
If you haven’t listened, click on a story then tell me what you think.
That first part—the man singing—that’s not me.
I’m the one talking.
Remember: You Cain’t Do Nothing with Love
“Christianity is Too Hard”
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The man and I sat down at the art table, staring at the chip bags we would turn into crosses, when he asked, “What led you to do this?”
I was preparing to give him my standard spiel about how the tragedy of 9/11 led me to make crosses from broken and found objects. But something made me ask, “Making crosses, you...
A Snail Went to Carlos Fuentes Funeral
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Sometimes I get so frustrated by the pace of my writing career, I Google the titles of my novels to see if something is going on with them that I don’t know about. This is an insane activity, as the novels haven’t been published. The only place they exist—other than a mention or two in contests I’ve placed in over the...