WRITING

pivot

It’s been 3 weeks since I checked in.  Let’s be honest; who cares.  I so appreciate those of you who read my thoughts on here (more often my pre-thoughts, which has been dangerous, but fun).  After my last post encouraging folks to join me by entering into the discipline of writing this year…I decided to…

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my New Year's resolution for you

I am a verbal processor. As far as I can tell, this means I need people to sit and listen to my ideas in order for me to actually have any. To be honest, often I don’t need their feedback (though in my adulthood I have learned to pretend as such, cause no one likes…

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Feelin' festive:: book giveaway

Goodreads Book Giveaway A Story Unfinished by Matt Mooney Giveaway ends January 15, 2014. See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter to win I’ve teamed up with my publisher to give away 25 books for the new year. Sign up and if the computer says you win, then we’ll ship you a book- for free!…

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the stench of Christmas

There are plenty of things that I do not like about Christmas. I know this must come as a surprise to many of you and some of you may be aghast at the news- as though I dropped a Yule log in my britches. I am, after all, one of the Jesus believin’ good guys,…

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our toddler Christmas wish list:: a letter to the grandparents

Christmas is a time for tradition, so below is the letter to grandparents from last year… After much cussing and discussion on Christmas’ nearness, Gin and I spent some time hashing out how we were going to do Christmas different.  Everyone I know wants Christmas to be more meaningful and less hijacked.  Turning that desire…

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in the midst

I believe one of the hardest realities for me to grasp is this one: To live fully within the moment that I occupy. To me, that last sentence sounds a bit like a weak attempt at eloquence.  It is not.  I can’t seem to put a good one-liner to it; maybe I need to inquire…

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the humble pie of parenting

For some reason, she had been having a hard time as of late.  Though typically slotted as  most apt to obey under our wild roof, she had recently shed the title like a snakeskin and slithered straightway toward monikers such as Eve or Miss Demeanor instead.  Ginny and I spent several conversations backtracking to sift…

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Death to the Marlboro Man

I am writing over at Mark Merrill’s blog today.  Mark started and runs Family First– an organization, that among other things, encourages moms and dads.  Now that sounds like a good idea.   I was always aiming for self-sufficiency. When I found out I was going to be a father, I felt an unseen magnetic…

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7:: cussing the calendar

This Sunday the calendar will tell me it has been seven years since I held him.  I will call it a bold-faced liar…a son of a motherless goat…a deceitful devil- cause there is no way that so much life has passed since I gazed in his almond eyes.  And then I’ll feel foolish for cussing…

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Troubles

This is a guest post for Tanya Marlow.  You can find the rest of it by following the link to her blog.   I’ve made so many people feel awkward since I lost my son. I think I used to be more couth- maybe even suave- but not anymore.  And I’ve quit with the trying-…

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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…