The Unveil…
Coming soon to an Amazon bookstore near you (i.e., everywhere).
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I love words. I'm learning to use them.
May 10, 2016
Novel #2: Coming Soon.
Four years later, I’m happy I can finally say the following.
- Manuscript = complete.
- Cover art = finalized.
Stay tuned for title, cover and back-of-the-book posts!
December 5, 2015
Lament for Sundays
Sunday was my favorite day.
We had the liberty of sleeping in. Taking turns, rather. One of us would get up with our (almost) two-year-old daughter while the other slept for an hour, and then we would trade. We then enjoyed breakfast together as a family, got dressed and headed to church.
Once there, we greeted the familiar faces and settled into our seats. We sang songs, listened to the sermon and were filled with hope. We would occasionally squeeze each other’s hand, make eye contact and smile. We smiled because we had a secret that few knew of. A beautiful secret that was growing inside my wife. Each Sunday, we marked one more week of development, and marked one less week until we met this little miracle.
Sunday was the best day. Read the rest of this entry »
September 11, 2015
The sweetness of doing nothing
Confession 1: I love check lists.
I use them every day at work and constantly update them according to how the day has progressed. As the end of my shift approaches, I rewrite the list for the next day and arrange my priorities so as to accomplish the most important task first. When I get home (on days when my wife works an evening shift and I’m home alone with my toddler), I’ll create a detailed list of things to get done before my wife gets home. Then, when I’ve completed them all, I’ll retreat to the couch and fire up Netflix. Read the rest of this entry »
September 3, 2015
When grace hits . . .
Grace.
Most often for me, it hits me when I don’t realize how much I need it.
When I’ve forgotten how badly I need it.
And how much I’ve missed it. Read the rest of this entry »
May 20, 2015
Found, lost, rediscovered: A tale of four memoirs
“Memoir” (n): A collection of memories that an individual writes about moments or events, both public or private that took place in the author’s life.
I am discussing three books here. I’ll explain the title later.
Also, this is not a review, as I don’t feel that it’s possible (or fair) to review someone’s experience. It’s their truth, whether or not it’s agreeable, and it’s a sacred privilege to hear another person’s truth. Read the rest of this entry »
December 31, 2014
On dreams, healing and anticipation of a perfectly ordinary 2015
I started this blog with big dreams and high hopes. My words would garner followers who would grow interested in what I had to say. My novel would then be received with eager anticipation. My dreams of entering the publishing world would be realized.
Want to know the crazy thing? It actually happened. Kind of. Read the rest of this entry »
June 25, 2014
How yoga impacts storytelling.
I am a passionate advocate for yoga. Not just for the physical benefits, but also for how it promotes mental and emotional wellness. I practice it because I have a very busy mind that constantly looks back and looks forward; this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but when it gains too much momentum, it becomes exhausting.
Yoga helps calm my ever-busy mind, reels me back from dwelling on the past and makes future worries seem a just bit more off in the distance. I can take inventory of what’s around me, express gratitude and refocus my perspective. And when I’m there in that present moment, I can listen. 
May 21, 2014
What I observed about storytelling during a Backstreet Boys concert.
Yes, I just admitted that. Backstreet was back (alright!) in Vancouver last night, and I was singing along to nearly every song. I was admittedly a bit secretive about attending, but once I was there, I had no choice but to sing (sing, croak, whatever it was my vocal cords attempted to do) – and I had a lot of fun.
While I did watch the boy band (“boys” who are now pushing 40) recap their wide catalogue of Top 40 singles and get down (and move it all around) to the original choreography, I spent most of the night looking around at the audience – mostly made up of millenials like myself along with many middle-aged women (my wife even saw one of her college professors busting it to “Larger Than Life”). Nearly everyone was singing, swaying and smiling to every line of factory-produced cheesiness in the songs. Read the rest of this entry »
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