Stories on the edge of familiarity
I was supposed to leave Denver last night on a 12:20am bus. Peter Wacks was kind enough to drive me to the Greyhound station and wait with me and, as we waited, they announced the bus would be an hour late. After a bit, he suggested I stay in Denver one more night and leave today. So we went to the counter to see if I could change my ticket. Alas, the counter had closed at 12:30, and it was
I’m interrupting the regular flow of this blog today, because I found out last night that a guy I went to youth group with when I was 13-14 died this past week. He and I tended to argue more than we got along, and never really saw eye to eye, but I did respect him. And even before I respected him, I wanted good things for his life. He had so much to offer – he was smart, passionate, and
The most common response I got when I messaged people about my Kickstarter last month (which ended up being 135% funded! How cool is that?) was an apology. Either 1. They couldn’t pledge at all because of financial reasons (difficulties, getting out of debt, upcoming weddings, university tuition, long-awaited family trips, etc). Or 2. They couldn’t pledge very much because of financial reasons (see above). When You Can’t Give What They Ask For Until this year, I didn’t have a
I cried happy tears on Monday. Three years ago, I ran an Indiegogo campaign to fund The Illuminated Heart. The goal was $500 – the lowest they would let me set it at, which I did under protest because what I was really looking for was $400 – and the campaign was set such that I’d get all the money raised by the end of the month, even if I didn’t hit my goal. The campaign went badly. There were
Yesterday, I learned that Mrs. Eichner (she will always be Mrs. Eichner to me), a dear teacher and mentor, died last year. Her obituary is in the Edmonton Journal, but it doesn’t in the slightest capture her real impact. She was my Sunday School teacher, and her granddaughter was among my best friends. I remember one lesson where she had two boxes, one big and one small. The big one was much bigger, wrapped in brightly coloured Pokemon wrapping paper
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