Writing for Sport

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Photo by martha_chapa95 / CC BY 2.0


“I have never stopped considering not becoming a writer.”  — Joshua Ferris

A woman I barely knew once asked me what I would be if I weren’t a writer. The list was not a prepared one, but it flowed with that sort of ease. In fact, I had, and have, no trouble thinking of other things I’d could spend my time and emotional energy doing. The list ranges from the realistic (a dancer), to the unlikely (a CIA agent), to the completely ridiculous (a house cat).

Feel the Pull of Darkness

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Hinton Charterhouse: cat’s eyes on the B3110 (Chris Downer) / CC BY-SA 2.0

I volunteered to drive the night shift during a cross-country road trip last year. That meant the long drive through South Dakota, Wyoming, and Montana. Maybe my enthusiasm to take the short straw was the prospect of what singer/songwriter/writer Josh Ritter calls being pulled by the American darkness/the mountains, the rivers, the fields at harvest. Or maybe it was the goal of meeting the sunrise in Missoula. (I had long ago been lured in by A River Runs Through It.) I didnt want to come to such joy by sleeping until the morning.

Thanks for Driving

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Photo by Asier Solana Bermejo / CC BY 2.0

“Christ likes us to prefer truth to him because, before being Christ, he is truth. If one turns aside from him to go toward the truth, one will not go far before falling into his arms.”
     — Simone Weil

Sam Scoville is my Facebook friend of some years. We share similar upbringing, similar make-up. We’ve shared some startling conversations about life’s real and painful things. Sam is a walking confessional and a skilled trickster. Moreover, he’s a practiced truth-teller.