Dear Mr. Christopher Paolini – About Last Night

Dear Mr. Paolini, it was so good to see you last night. I do mean ‘see’ and little more, because I stood by the corner of a bookshelf and gazed at you for about a minute and then left. However, since you are the best-known person I’ve ever been within yards of, I felt it was an unevent singular enough…

“Johnny” Turns Two

  Our son, whom I call Johnny on this blog, just turned two. His dad, tired of elderly ladies mistaking Johnny for a little girl because of his glorious blond curls, extracted from his mom a promise to cut said curls after the birthday. All right, says Mom. But how are curls logically feminine? Oh well.…

Babies Going to the Chiropractor

Here’s Nicole Hoelscher Harms’ full story of a Chiropractor solving colic. Nicole is a friend and a published author of articles. I would only add that if you are taking your child to the chiropractor it’s well to find one who has some training on the gentler techniques needed for children. The last few days have…

The Luxury of Words

 Language exists to tell the truth. Fiction, being an art whose medium is language, tells the truth by not telling the truth. Fiction is inherently complex, imaginative, and stylized. I’m not sure that the American school of writing entirely understands this. The golden rule here is to “write tight,” as if one were composing an essay…