In Memorium: My Dad “Spock”
My Dad – of blessed memory – passed away in February 2011 after a long and painful illness, a shadow of his former self. At the time, my children did not cry. Whether it was…
Tag: Memoir
A God that Encircles: My Journey Through Celtic Christianity
As a Celtic Christian I’ve seen this question a lot, especially online and mostly posed by someone who seems to think putting any kind of prefix to the word ‘Christian’ cheapens it. I disagree, but…
Light and High Beauty: The Virtue of Hope in “The Lord of the Rings”
We know God exists even though we can’t see Him, with as much certainty as we know the sun exists even when we can’t see it shine. We trust that He knows best even…
An Encounter with Gene Roddenberry: The Traveling Troubadour Meets the Great Bird of the Galaxy
There were many adventures to be had as a “Traveling Troubadour”. Hailing from Fort Lee, New Jersey (known as “The Silent Motion Picture Capital of the World” in the early 1900’s), my ukulele-playing sidekick and…
The Great Cabin: An Adventure on Board HMS Victory
In 2013, I had a very special and ever-memorable adventure on board the historic HMS Victory. But before telling my story, I’d like give a little background as to how I came to be a…
Dreams of Fairfield Creek: A Memoir of a Maryland Childhood
In Maryland there’s a suburban neighborhood with a street on it named Fairfield. That’s where I grew up, in 727. It’s a rancher style house made of pink brick, with dark blue shutters on the…
Christianity is as Relevant as Ever: A British Political Candidate Speaks about His Faith
In Mark 16:15 of the New Testament, Jesus declared “Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation”, and it is fair to say that with some 2.2 billion adherents of…
Stratford and Shakespeare: Exploring the Birthplace of the Bard
Two years ago, I was assigned to read Shakespeare’s play Hamlet at college for English Literature, and would later delve into King Lear for the same reason. As part of my study of the famous…
LOTR = LOve it, or TRy harder!
In the beginning, I saw a pale, bloated and dirt-speckled face of someone who might have been a man—but slimy, stringy-looking goo encased him too tightly for me to be assured of his exact species.…
A Day in the Homeschooler’s Life: I’m Gonna Call it Home
“I’ve been searching for a place of my own now I’ve found it maybe this is home yeah, this is home. . .” Good music. To be more specific, Switchfoot music. It’s amazing how, even…