I write a book for each of my children. Each book is broken into four parts. I have recently finished Part Three for the book that I am dedicating to my son, Magnus. Here is the beginning of Part Three: The Fates command the lengths of our…
I watch as she runs towards the exercise ball — pen in hand — leaps into the air, and delivers a killing blow. The squishy orb pops. Her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s done. Regan, my four-year old daughter, wheels around, “Don’t tell, Mom.”…
Over the weekend, the craziest thing happend: My wife birthed a son. He was our third child, but our first boy. We wrestled with naming him for nine months and two days. We named him, after forty-eight hours, Magnus Rowan Peters. A little known fact…
I’m reading this soccer article in The Blizzard and I really like it. I check the author and I think, “I’ve heard of him before. Why?” I Google him. I come across his credentials via Wikipedia. He’s been highly awarded; he’s at the top of…
I read this and I stopped: It is through art and not the news that we feel and begin to understand the long night of suffering and humiliation endured by the [oppressed]. –Chris Hedges on the poetry of Remi Kanazi. And I thought: Art is both powerful…
“Daddy,” my daughter said, “you will never die.” My wife and I, along with our two daughters, were circled around the dinner table. We were eating baked chicken, which my daughter, Regan, had pointed out, is white, not like human meat, which is red. “Well,…
(Originally Posted On My Wife’s Facebook Page) In Honor of the Birth of a Wife A poem I composed promptly, In honor of your newest year. I decided, however, to delete it, as Facebook frowns upon festive verses. Yet in alliteration I will affirm: My…
I just opened my email, read this, had a heart-attack, and then ran laps around my backyard. And now…bourbon! Dear Benjamin, It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted into the DU/Iliff Joint PhD Program in Religious and Theological Studies. Congratulations! The…
I stumbled across this fantastic article on understanding religious conflict. Here’s a sample: Living in conflict zones requires individuals to make moral choices on a regular basis. How one works to maintain humane values in the midst of inhumane acts is a constant struggle to define…
“Shh,” she whispered, her tiny eyes darting back and forth. “I hear monsters.” I nodded. Beneath a red throw, my four-year old daughter and I were pretending. We were being mercilessly hunted by a band of raving and grotesque lunatics. We were scared. I could…
