“So do you travel with guitars to amuse yourself or to entertain others?” he asked as I shoved the hatch of the station wagon shut on our mound of luggage. “Hopefully I entertain others.” “You’ll be singing for us then? Oh good. What sort of music do you play?” he asked. “Christian music,” I said. And I immediately…
Please Play With Me?
I take one step out of the stairway and onto the living room floor and “Please play with me?” The boy shaped puzzle is forcing a pleasant smile, his desperate sales pitch to everyone he meets in the world – the cashier, children at the park, the FedEx man, dad – his lovable un-leavable best.
“Please… 
You Have Not Arrived
She’s asking to quit piano lessons. She loves her teacher. She practices dutifully and cheerfully. But she knows all she needs to.
All she needs to mimic pop songs from the radio. All she needs to write her own. She’s arrived.
Many years ago, after the number one plaques were hung on the wall and the nominees… 
Growing Up
I wasn’t bothered by turning thirty-eight until my mom gave me her “present”, a book on how to die well. “It’s probably Billy Graham’s last book,” she said trying to convince me I wasn’t receiving it because I’m now closer to the end of my life than its beginning.
So I got a little introspective. And… 



