In case of rapture, please disregard.Welcome. Here I work out the words that help me make sense of life. You'll find thoughts on faith & sexuality, writing fiction, and a travel diary, for starters. The author is a male human being in San Diego who happens to be gay, chooses to be Christian, and suffers from a lack of dance skills - but never a lack of dancing.
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Since the introduction of the Walkman in 1979, one of the great joys of being in love has been to curate the perfect mixtape for your sweetheart. Remember waiting with your finger on the record button for Janet Jackson’s “Runaway” … Continue reading
Back in November, I started a writing exercise that turned into this short recollection of how, when I was growing up, my Dad’s side of the family spent our Christmas holidays together. It is also about Amy Grant, who is … Continue reading
November 7, 2012 Dear President Obama: I am so glad that I will continue to call you “President” for the next four years. I am also glad that your campaign will no longer be emailing me five times a day! … Continue reading
On Monday, October 1, I had to let go of my border collie. He is called Winslow. He developed a spinal tumor that rapidly progressed, leaving him paralyzed and beyond recovery. My words here are woefully inadequate, but I needed … Continue reading