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Fishing With Kids Philosophy Stories


August 29, 2018
Hours earlier . . .

I walked behind Dad to the river. I kept my head down through the steady morning rain, watching water drops grow on the brim of my hat and then fall in rhythm with each step forward. On a muddy side trail I followed Dad: my boot tracks into his, my wide and awkward gait to keep up, the sucking sound of mud and rubber separating with each step, and more water rushing in to fill the hole behind — then the splashing of my own half-sized boots into his full-sized tracks.

We walked until our path finally ended underneath a stand of spruce trees at the edge of the river. Dad looked back . . .

Philosophy Stories

From Pennsylvania to Montana and Back

December 13, 2017

Early August in Montana, 2007. The afternoons burned hot, but the mornings were bitter and covered with frost. Our days swam together until neither the time nor the day…


This is Real Silence

November 7, 2017

Hatch Magazine published my story, “This is real silence.”
Excerpts . . .

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. . . It can be dead silent on that…


The Ladder and the Sky

June 2, 2016

I climbed the wobbly ladder and slid onto the soft, rubber roof of the camper. I’ve never been much afraid of heights, but my perspective was immediately challenged by…


Spring Camp With Two Boys | 2016

May 26, 2016

My Dad and I have often visited a campsite in the same remote spot atop a state forest mountain for almost fifteen years now. The spring trip is a…