the emperor’s new clothes

a while back, my publisher mentioned that I  never hold back my criticism of well-established authors.  I blanched a bit, then acknowledged the veracity of that statement. in my defense, however, I stated “it’s only when I feel something they’ve put...

how to reassemble a broken heart

My heart has broken so often it is covered with tape and bits of glue, it’s misshapen, and at times it limps along behind me, barely keeping pace. After a break it never returns to the way it had been; after each fracture the pieces slowly find their way back to each...

where art and literacy meet

this coming august 25th I’ll be the featured author at the Literacy Action Center’s annual fundraiser hosted by local Utah artist Pilar Pobil. I visited her home and gardens last month to introduce myself and spend some time becoming familiar with the...

the paint

of all the horses, it is a paint that corrals my eye, my heart. he stands alone, on a patch of grass twenty yards from his nearest bandmate. his stance is perpendicular to the herd, the eye that faces the others wide and deeply aware. muscles bunch under smooth hide...

which you are we talking about

in conversation last week, a friend bemoaned the fact that he was recognized in the community as an exceptional physician and educator. he felt narrowed, constricted, by this validation from society. I, in turn, bemoaned the fact that I was likely seen as more...

a town isn’t a town without a bookstore

“What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore it knows it’s not fooling a soul.”  ~neil gaiman yesterday I spent a few hours in Dolly’s Bookstore in park city,...

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