WRITING

Kindergarten.

Blonde hair poured over the top of the purple, floral-covered backpack that swallowed up most the rest of her, until her legs peeked out from the skirt she had laid out with precision the night before. This would be her outfit for the first day of kindergarten. She has chosen her own clothes since sometime…

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in the midst

Tomorrow my beloved and our three amigos will pile into Big Red and we will point that bad boy north; our annual summer voyage to Petoskey, Michigan takes about 14.5 hours according to the Google. But Google is a liar; we hustle to do it in double time. Ginny will bring out the crafts, games…

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Guest Post:: Atlas Girl (Emily Wierenga)

If someone sat me down and pointed the barrel near my vicinity and asked me what was my favorite genre of books….then, and only then, I would offer up “memoir” in a muffled tone. Thereafter, I would stand up and kick his butt with some Ozark ninja moves that I learned only from being on…

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when it gets hard and you are who you hate

I am kicking Ginny out of our house for 2.5 days come Tuesday.  She deserves more.  But this currently seems tantamount to cresting Everest- so we’ll celebrate instead of mourn the fact that 2.5 days is a gold medal moment.  I am the very dad that scoffed at fathers who acted like they were super…

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books, clubs & imaginary conversations

When you take long breaks from blogging, you have stuff to pass on to the world- the one you actively ignored for a while.  Sorry ’bout that.  My soul thanks you for your grace. 1.)  I am working on a children’s book.   Admittedly, this is sort of like saying, “I am working on a…

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on chasing, tickling and not writing

It has been a while.  I know your life must have seemed incomplete without my typed- up musings.  I see that you have found a way through my absence.  As have I.  My last blog post ranted on the cyclical nature of blogging and the whole phenomenon of the fear of being quiet.  So, I…

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speak less; say more

I have been a bit silent as of late.  On purpose.  I have given over to a season of reflection.  A season replete with a little more silence- around me and from me. I am always drawn to the idea of such a focused time, but something within me seems to fight any figment of…

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a breakup letter…

[As I have mentioned, I am currently curating an 8-week writing group (Flywheel) to encourage others.  Each week there is a topic to write on.  This week’s topic is “letter writing” (fiction or non-fiction).  I am posting my own letter below.] (photo credit)  Dear Cereal, I want to start off this letter by acknowledging my…

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a post from the better half.

I’m putting up another post today from the Flywheel group.  This one is from my wife, Ginny, and she writes about our daughter Lena.  Many of you know that we brought Lena home from Ukraine two years ago.  In those two years, life has been in a constant state of seeking rhythm. We have seen…

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from the flywheel:: honest (Mallory McCormick)

* the following includes a word that one might use when that same one slams the car door on his or her finger.  if such words are offensive to you, I do not want you to be offended and you may consider yourself warned.   __________________________ As I have mentioned, I have been curating a…

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summer

By Matt Mooney | June 12, 2015

Summer is here.  At 5, 6 and 8 we got rascals riding bikes and swimming at a skill level whereby we are not in constant stress.  I told Ginny sometime some summer not long ago that I was done going to pools.  With 3 that cannot swim alone, I can only act like I’m listening…

weekends with rascals

By Matt Mooney | April 20, 2015

I’ve worked hard to develop a new habit of carving out Monday mornings to sit and think and pray and grasp for some semblance of sanity before I cannonball into the week that will eat my lunch if I let it.  It’s a rebellious act of counter-intuition as weekends are supposed to be the very…

The Surface Dialogue Guidebook

By Matt Mooney | March 13, 2015

We’ve reached that point in these beloved Ozarks where we’re just all waiting around for the good weather.  We get all four seasons here; just enough of winter to know we don’t want to move north; which we needed no help knowin’.  Being bone-tired of Ole Man Winter being a hanger-on is all you’re allowed…

shifting gears

By Matt Mooney | February 5, 2015

I often look at my backside in the mirror. I move quickly past the place that you imagined I was seeking and find the splotchy spot just above the bend of my right leg.  It’s my biggest scar- remnants of days I spent riding my Honda 80 dirt bike for hours on end along the…

striving for a secret

By Matt Mooney | January 7, 2015

Check it out, Ginny & Lena are in the current edition of National Geographic.  A while back, a wonderful photographer followed our family around for a few days in order to capture photos illustrative of an article on brain development…fascinating article and wonderful pictures (we think).               _____________________________________ If…

from Fergie to Ferguson

By Matt Mooney | December 2, 2014

Against my better judgment, Ginny convinced me last Monday to sit beside her and watch the American Music Awards.  I begrudgingly complied- mainly due to the fact that I love her and if she invites me to sit close to her, I do it- every time.  I’m a sucker that way, but that doesn’t mean…

a plea for nuance

By Matt Mooney | November 6, 2014

                      My post-election social media feeds are half-filled with exclamatory proclamations of a country now headed to greater grandeur than it has known, while another half of the updates, statuses and links swear impending doom for women, children and wage earners. We are a bit…

for the day the calendar says it's been 8 years.

By Matt Mooney | October 27, 2014

Today, I will go to the same restaurant, being sure to walk the same route- as best I can remember. And that’s just it, I hate myself for forgetting something about that day- but I can’t recall, what I can’t recall. about the day that changed it all. I tell myself to let it go,…

Crawl. Walk. Run.

By Matt Mooney | October 20, 2014

It’s been 4 weeks since I have written.  Or bathed. It’s been 4 weeks since Ginny’s back surgery. Thanks to all who have served us so well.  Meals have been made, laundry folded.  Sure, it’s a bit of a downer when you realize that a friend of the opposite gender folded your tightey-whiteys.  I haves…

Almost. Not yet.

By Matt Mooney | September 11, 2014

Sometimes I write for you. Sometimes I write for me. This is most likely the latter. It’s been quite a season in the Land ‘O Mooneys.  Many of you know that while on our trip to Michigan, Ginny re-injured her back.  And so her vacation headed more toward Purgatory than Petoskey.  [That ole trick that…