It is so much easier for me to "see" if I tell a story. This blog is one of the places that happens.

Behind the Closet Door

There’s a closet in an old abandoned house on my grandpa’s ranch. It’s not a wardrobe leading to Narnia. There’s no treasure hidden beneath the planks of its scratched and dusty, wood floor, but I love to open it and see what’s inside. The house itself sits beneath the shade of giant Elm trees, and the closet, one of many, is in one corner of my parents’ bedroom. The floors make noise under the weight of our feet. The pictures are dusty, and the spiders and mice have taken over. The place has changed since I lived there as a boy forty years ago, but the closet is still there. As a young man with 3 squirrely little kids, my dad dipped his brush in some paint and splotched “Arnie Loves L

A Reason to Run

There’s a picture on my nightstand of my daughter Hope running. She’s maybe 3 years old, running full speed, with her golden locks flying in her jet stream. The sun is shining, and the grass she’s running on with bare feet is a rich green. It’s a picture of freedom in motion; we took the picture because we couldn’t get enough. All my kids actually love to run, even the teenagers. They seem to leave the weight of the world behind and just fly, but more than letting go of their problems, what really seems to make them go are the eyes fixed on them. I know it meant the world to me. Knowing my parents were watching was the secret to my strength, like Samson’s hair or Spiderman’s radioacti

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