My father, who passed away in 2008, would have turned ninety today. I inherited his Hummel figurine of St. George fighting the dragon, and I wrote this poem about it. https://dogb.us/dragon
Sympathy for the Dragon
They battled on my father's mantel more than half a century ago. Now they battle atop my writing desk. The conflict looks much different to me now than it did then.
When I lived in Denver, I met a group of federal employees who embodied what it means to labor for a better nation. The Trump administration has tried to erase them and their work. https://dogb.us/mint
Mint Conditions
A display of United States quarters brings back memories of an extraordinary group of federal employees in Colorado.
What’s a young departing Mormon missionary supposed to do with his secret stash of vinyl? https://dogb.us/shelves
The Scouring of the Shelves
Facing two years of forced asceticism, a prospective missionary contemplates an exorbitant offering as proof of his devotion. Or maybe as self-flagellation.
With expanded Affordable Care Act subsidies about to expire, what options do affected Americans have for safeguarding their families’ health? No good ones.
Heading to the Cutting Room tonight to see a @michaelianblack comedy special taping. The last time I attended one was almost exactly ten years ago. I will try not to raise my hand this time, because stealing the show twice would just be bratty.
My memoir *The Accidental Terrorist: Confessions of a Reluctant Missionary* came out ten years ago today. To observe this milestone, I’ve reposted something I wrote back in 2001, when I thought I was nearly done with the book but was really just getting started. Plus, the ebook is on sale! It’s all here: https://dogb.us/milestones
A Journey of a Thousand Milestones
It was ten years ago today that my memoir, The Accidental Terrorist, first appeared in print. This reminiscence from 2001 celebrates an end to the project that was really just a first step.