Actually, to be precise, eleven months. I started this daily-writing thing at the end of January 2017, after talking about it for months and throwing around the word “someday” and never actually doing anything about it. I’d watched my friend do it — he’d started writing every day in the fall of 2016, and he …
Sons and Lovers was my first taste of D.H. Lawrence. I’d heard good things and wanted to try, but ultimately it was one of those books I picked up because of the cover, got hooked on by the summary, decided to give it a go. My old coworker had a copy, was moving and giving …
Three years ago right now, I was trying to figure out what on earth I was going to do with my life. Three years ago, in December 2014, I was a senior in high school. I was homeschooled, immersing myself in recorded college lectures and books and self-directed learning, and I had no clue what I’d be …
Fiction excerpt; Northwestern Ohio, summer 1938 “The train marked the passing of time on the farm. When another train went by you knew a certain span of time had passed. They broke the days for the men in the fields in sections, made the girls look up from their work in the kitchen until their …
When I first started farming (my first job, in my junior year of high school), I became fascinated by the way the weather changed. I was working outside for hours on end, full days — from seven in the morning until 3:30 in the afternoon — I was in the full elements. The sun, the …
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Define heaven on earth — those fleeting places where we can brush up against deep, unadulterated happiness in its purest form.They’re different for everyone, perhaps. Mine come in many forms. One of them is used book sales.It seems an unlikely place to induce an experience of heaven — a sale of old books, volumes abandoned and …