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For years, I’ve been making little paintings, sketches, prints—whatever you want to call them. Some were warm-ups. Some were experiments. Some were just me trying to figure something out with a brush or a brayer or a new ink. I kept them. Most of them, anyway. Not because they’re precious, but because they remind me… Keep reading
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There’s a screwdriver. Red, plastic. It’s an 8-in-one. 8 little screwdrivers come up and fold down. Some big, some small. Flathead or Phillips. We keep it in the kitchen.You ask for it when you want to check the batteries in your toys. We call it Poppies screwdriver. I think I called it that once, and… Keep reading
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The most tender moments arrive just before you drift off to sleep. Your mom and I take turns each night, lying beside you until your breathing deepens and it’s safe to slip away. Sometimes, just as I’m planning my escape, you say something completely unexpected. You reveal a fear of being blown away by the… Keep reading
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My dad and I didn’t always know how to connect.But every now and then, we found something to do side by side. When I was a kid, my dad and I joined the YMCA Indian Guides—a father-son program built around monthly meetings, crafts, and culturally insensitive role-play. I believe it’s called “Adventure Guides” now. It… Keep reading
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My wife mercifully got me an Aeropress for my birthday this year. For a long time before that I had been drinking instant coffee. This is a short piece from the point of view of a spoon who is mildly disgusted that he has been enlisted to scoop that nasty stuff. Oh, here he comes.… Keep reading
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The minute we get home, you rush inside and turn out your pockets.This has been a productive walk. First, out comes a rubber band.Ryan, our mailman, seems to always drop them.“This one’ll be perfect for hitching train cars,” you say. Next, the penny.A little rusty, but Mom says when life shows you abundance, always accept.No… Keep reading
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I know. I’m posting this on a blog. But I’ve been thinking a lot about attention lately—how fragmented it’s become, how often I reach for my phone without meaning to, how many half-finished thoughts I scroll past in a day. This little piece started as a reminder to myself: make fewer posts, read more books.… Keep reading
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Here’s one of the digital risograph-style prints I made recently. I’m not sure if it’s art, a poster, or just a cry for help. But I love how it turned out. This is part of a small batch of prints I’m releasing—available in the shop. I’ll be posting more prints, poems, and picture book progress… Keep reading
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For a while, I would sneak down early Start my day mindfully Just some quiet time before the day begins. Sometimes 15 minutes. Sometimes an hour. I knew how to minute the creaks. Step on the first. Skip the second. Around the landing. Two steps, then skip. Quiet the rest of the way. Silence was… Keep reading
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This is the beginning of the book. This book was written with the help of AI – but it’s not what you think. In early 2025, I opened ChatGPT for resume help. I’d been a stay-at-home dad for over four years and was getting the itch to return to work. After the resume was done,… Keep reading
