Bad People Go to Hell and Other Parental Panic Moments

My lovely blue-eyed seven-year-old daughter giggled. “Bad people go to the devil when they die,” and my charming bow-tie and button-down-shirt wearing son giggled, too, “Yeah, but we’re going to heaven because of JESUS.” I stuttered and stammered, “Well, it’s true that Jesus saves us,” I said, “but I’m not sure about the devil. It’dContinue reading “Bad People Go to Hell and Other Parental Panic Moments”

The Elliptical and Tonight’s Work of Writing

It’s one of those writing nights where I spend about a minute or two typing out clever sentences and then hold down the backspace bar until the page is white again.  It’s also the night of a thousand saves as I open and close new and old drafts of poems and essays. And the nightContinue reading “The Elliptical and Tonight’s Work of Writing”