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Risk Being Laughed At

Last week, in a room full of high schoolers, I watched a boy have a go at something the others had refused. He almost got it right; but not quite. Some scoffed and others watched silently. Crestfallen, the boy walked back to his seat. I blurted out an old proverb:...

Another Stream of Life

Just now in our living room, there was a bump! and my wife cried out in pain. It was only a soft cry, but it cut so deep. I bolted into the kitchen expecting the worst, only to find her with a wry smile on her face, holding a finger she’d jammed in a door: downplaying...

Voices In The Night

It’s late, late in winter and late in life for the two of us: this lovely wife and me. Our tribe of kids have all made their way out into what we call the world, which I prefer to think of as the ‘cosmos’: an old Greek word that means ‘ornament.’ And here I am, hands...

The Door of Self-Forgetfulness

Today, a new reader of my recently released thriller Mia’s Magic Wand said that as soon as they started reading they felt goose bumps. I took that as a compliment, not because I just want to scare people but because whenever I write I hope to lead the reader to a door...