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October 15, 2019

This blog is named The Good Logger, borrowed from Wendell Berry's "A Forest Conversation" from Our Only World

“A bad logger goes to the woods thinking of what he can take out. A good logger goes to the woods thinking of what he should leave" (47).

A good logger leaves...

October 10, 2019

It’s not the kind of rain that causes you to desperately run for cover. It’s also not the kind of rain that Seattle is known for and just seems to float in the air, not ever really getting you completely wet. In my opinion, this is the worst kind of rain. The kind of r...

June 13, 2019

Screams from the bathroom indicate urgency, but my Spidey-sense knew the child was alone. These screams weren’t ones of pain, but something else.

The trunk of the car was open as I was in the middle of emptying copious amounts of groceries, supplies for an upcoming ca...

May 28, 2019

Rocks

Colliding against one another

The rocks in the ocean or on the shore

are big and jagged

The rocks on the beach

are smooth and rounded

Much smaller

The smaller and smoother rocks

are more weathered and worn

More treated by their

Creator

Surrounded by other rocks just

like the...

April 12, 2019



My table is

A gathering place
A nourishing place
A necessary evil
A refreshing good
A place of heartbreak
A place of rest

Photo by Hannah Busing on Unsplash


The table was set for eight. Two leaves added. We were all gathering this night to talk, and I didn’...

March 26, 2019

I stood leaning against the doorjamb in the pitch-black darkness listening. It was late night or early morning in January of 2016 and I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t what I saw, or didn’t see, that woke me. It was the assault on my ears and the erratic breathing that was m...

March 12, 2019

I couldn’t sleep even though I knew I should. From what we had heard from everyone who had gone before we were going to be faced with many sleepless nights ahead. Every time I felt my eyelids get heavy I would shake myself awake. Sleep a silent enemy creeping up on me...

September 20, 2018

Thank you.
You look nice.
I like this about you.
I look forward to it.
You’re a blessing to me.
I like your perspective.

The words pierce like a blade in my side. A hurt, but a healing hurt. Like when a bone needs to break again to be re-set. Unprepared to hear them,...

August 16, 2018

She flies in like a tornado, unaware of her own strength. The bits and pieces of the day piling on, adding annoyance and disappointment like changing weather systems intensify the wind speed. She’s about to overturn her entire house, like Dorothy endured long ago.

...

July 6, 2018

My heart wavered. The question percolating for weeks in my mind, now at the tip of my tongue. We had a surprise date night; a time to discuss without eavesdropping by one of the ten ears always in my midst.

"Bill, sometimes I feel afraid that our marriage...won't make i...

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