My tail is still wagging from the best day I have had in a very, very long time. Teresa Rankin married her Ahren McGriff at the stage in the Paul Bunyan Playhouse. She had asked me to be a reader, and gave me the freedom to pick my own reading, so I chose a passage from The Velveteen Rabbit. The ceremony was very short, but very wonderful. Barry ( Read more... )

Hullo journal. It's Boxing Day in Canada, today. I spent a quiet and lovely Christmas eve in Minneapolis. I walked down to the Hennepin Methodist Church for their eleven pm candle light service, and I was moved to tears. I love Christmas. Even if I'm alone ( Read more... )

People scatter for good reasons. I get it. But when long-distance doesn't come easily or naturally to you, man, it can be killer ( Read more... )

I gave thanks tonight over a meal I always imagined I would make for a family. I ate turkey and the usual dishes at its side, but first, I bowed my head, and for the first time in too long, I gave thanks ( Read more... )

Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Tomorrow! I'll be cooking my first turkey dinner at home, but it won't happen like I used to imagine my first turkey dinner to happen. I'll be alone. Just me, a 10.9 lb. bird, and my thoughts. The way it played out in my imagination all these years: I'm in love, and our combined families are pooled in our home, there's ( Read more... )

I'm back in Minneapolis, and I'm trying to accomplish a lot of terribly boring things. Getting my room into order once and for all is on the docket, as is securing temp work at NTC to get me through to the next tour ( Read more... )

I'm happy. Yes, it's true. My heart feels love and I'm happy. I'm sure of it, even ( Read more... )

To all things,an end. We closed our NTC tour yesterday in Tellico Plains, TN, and now we are just hovering on the outskirts of Chicago. Tonight, I get to see Bill, and it will be a very, very good, good thing. I can't wait ( Read more... )

Hello, journal. I'm going to probably make less sense here than I'd like, but I'm going to try and see if I can't sort out a few things ( Read more... )

One of the greatest and most mysterious experiences in creativity is when you somehow stumble upon a series of ideas that fit together snugly, and even fit right next to things you didn't even know existed before. My comic story has found an important context with Navajo myth, and I'm suddenly glad I waited this long to finish issue 3. Issue Four, ( Read more... )