L.A.W.S. A Thinly-Veiled Metaphor for Bad Government

The house looks like Abe Lincoln's death trap. A little log cabin where every log, rod, and stick has been fashioned to a razor point, like a wooden porcupine, laced with flecks of something black and silver. Even the sidewalk is covered in wooden nails jutting out at every angle so that there's only one … Continue reading L.A.W.S. A Thinly-Veiled Metaphor for Bad Government

Scared to Dream

You know how when somebody pokes at a sore spot on your body, your first instinct is to punch them, even if you don't really want to? That's why I wanted to punch Mark Batterson for writing his book, The Circle Maker. Now, like I said, I don't really want to punch Mark Batterson. He's a … Continue reading Scared to Dream


It’s quiet, too quiet. What’s happened to sound? It is hushed, it was hushed when the flesh hit the ground. No noise of loud toys, no play-pony’s hoofbeat. No clatter, no patter of wee little feet. The hustle, the bustle, the creaks of the chairs, The stomping, the tromping, of sneakers on stairs, The singing … Continue reading Hushed