7-Aug-2016
Waking up.
So: This is my new website. Thanks for stopping by. Take a look around, if you like.
The more astute reader might notice that this I my first blog entry in the better part of three years.
I’ve been sorta busy for a while.
Glancing at my earlier entries, yo...
9-Apr-2013
Vocabulary.
Here in Hawaii, normal conversations are often peppered with words and phrases borrowed from Hawaiian, such as aloha, maholo (thank you), pau hana (finished working), pilau (stinky or awful), and hordes of others which I can't remember unless I'm talking to...
12-Feb-2013
Sybil.
I sent an email the other day, thanking a friend for her kind review of Gilman. In the process, I talked a little bit about what the writing experience is like for me. Shawndra suggested that I expand on those thoughts for the blog.
Let’s start with this: Writing...
4-Jul-2012
Unhinged.
When I awoke this morning, the universe presented itself to me in broken fragments; ragged, dangerous shards of reality poking at my senses. Time and space unconnected, their various dimensionalities unrelated to one another: This random axis extended infinite...
4-Jul-2012
Freedom.
Happy Independence Day!
Shawndra was off work today, so she and I went for a walk at the zoo this morning, as we often do. It’s just a mile or so from here, and it’s free admission. We send them money most every year, because we do go as often as we do. It’s a t...
I'm a writer and a poet and an artist and a fool and, at least for now, a no-longer-itinerant engineer.
It could be said that I grew up (if you use a sufficiently elastic definition of the term) in Indiana, New Jersey, Ohio and Colorado. Following a series of mis-adventures, I found myself living in the rainforest outside Hilo, Hawaii, with my wife, the amazing Shawndra Holmberg; her sister, the equally brilliant writer Anne Avery; three dogs; two cats; and several imaginary friends, most apparently named Bob.
All of the mammals have recently joined me in western Pennsylvania, where everyone wears a beard, rides a Harley and eats french fries on their salads.
The Bobs and all the rest were already here waiting for me.
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