WRITING

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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reduce or revere

I have been stewing lately on an idea- one that was driven as deep as my soul goes.  A particular one of the many from days gone by when I held my first born with one arm- his lack of weight unable to even awaken my bicep.  He was so small and yet in him…

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interview with publisher

Here’s a recent interview I did with my publisher for A Story Unfinished.  There is nothing more painful than hearing and seeing yourself, so I can’t watch it, but if you’re a glutton for punishment- by all means- go ahead.

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"I'm back & I'm ringing the bell

…rocking on the mic while the fly girls yell.” – Vanilla Ice tomorrow….GOOGLE HANGOUT  Everyone…just letting you know:  Thursday, Sep. 26th my publisher is hosting a google hangout where you can tune in and ask questions- or just be a wallflower and watch me struggle through answering questions from A Story Unfinished.  I wanted to…

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If not us….

I have the honor of getting to be a part of the upcoming Idea Camp in Austin, and I can say I am truly looking forward to gathering together and listening to the folks that gather. The blog post below was one of- if not the hardest- blog posts to ever hit the submit button on.…

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Settling back home & an update on Oprah

Oprah… Oprah is doing a “Where Are They Now” segment this Sunday at 7 central on our family and the work of 99 Balloons.  I haven’t seen it, so maybe it’s 10 seconds long or maybe it’s horrible or maybe they show a photo that focuses on my bad side.  But all the more reason for…

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thoughts, links & sundry things

I am still attempting to process the Africa trip, though I am coming to believe that doing so will be more akin to a fine wine than a TV dinner.  I think I just dated myself with that reference….do you even know what a TV dinner is?  How ‘bout Steve Miller Band or the Cosby…

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a vulnerable tension. back from Africa.

I am that guy- just back from the trip that makes me look at all of it a little bit different. I look aghast at my child who grabs at gifts with a fervor that makes me question all of my parenting techniques.  Attending a chicken buffet, within the confines of my head, I question…

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Headed Out

Thanks to all of you who have made the blog series for the book launch so much fun; also thanks to those of you have encouraged me and help spread the word so well. I am hurriedly attempting to type this out in a hotel room in Chicago. I’m typing on an iPad instead of…

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Unfinished Stories:: Kristen Strong

It started out innocently enough, a simple browsing trip to Barnes & Noble where my ten year old could also pick up her summer reading journal sheet. Faith, her brothers, and I wind our way through our city towards the bookstore. Even as I intentionally turn on Rangewood instead of Lexington – one street further away…

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the thing about a house

By Matt Mooney | March 6, 2019

We are in the midst of moving.  Boxes are stacked eye level whereby it is dangerous to walk through them.  Especially, for the 1st grade boy tossing the football for touchdown catches between said boxes who are now dutifully serving as defense in the game played only in his head.  Watch out for the boxes,…

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…