Monthly Archives: December 2025

Checking out of the inn

Posted on by under Generic Rant

We all have our days of reckoning when it comes to Christmas. Remember that fateful moment when you came to the realization that Santa Claus was fabricated by parents (as a scapegoat for their gift-giving failures) and toy manufacturers (as a profit-making ploy)? This year I had a similarly painful epiphany, this one regarding what Linus says “Christmas is all about.”

I learned that there’s a very good chance that Jesus was not shut out of an inn by a hostile innkeeper and forced to give birth in some Godforsaken cave. (Another spurious artifact, the “stable” motif, long ago bought the farm, pun intended.) No, it’s most likely that the young parents, Mary and Joseph, were hosted by family back there in Bethlehem and delivered the Christ Child within the confines of their home, which might still have been a cave. Given that setting, they were likely assisted by family and/or a midwife, a far cry from the lonely birth witnessed only by animals.

The manger remains—it’s there in scripture. The Magi are still part of the picture, although they probably arrived on the scene closer to Jesus’s first birthday than on the night of His birth as depicted in the classic creche. So also those those scruffy n’er-do-well shepherds. (Note well: Pariahs (shepherds) and pagans (the Magi) were the first to know of the Incarnation, long before the religious elite or royal powers-that-be. That’s like God revealing himself to illegal immigrants and irreligious idolators before presidents and preachers. Think about it.)

All these minor details are just that and shouldn’t be allowed to distract us from the “the true meaning of Christmas.” This is not, contrary to what lame Hallmark Christmas movies tell us it is, a renewed romance with your old high school flame in your home town. It’s not spruces or snow or Santa, gifts or Grinches or gewgaws. No, it’s the ultimate drop-in, Immanuel, God with us. That part will not be shaken.

Merry Christmas.

Writing in Community: Somewhere Stories

Posted on by under About writing, Books

It’s a tried and true cliché: Writing is a solitary affair. A writer and his or her computer, typewriter, pencil, tablet, pen, marker, crayon, or other writing implement of choice are isolated for hours, days, weeks, or months on end staring out a window, at a wall, or at the blank page. Locked away in an office, attic, basement, or studio with no people, no interactions, and no interruptions (hopefully). The writer alone with his/her thoughts. (And, when working on a computer, with the endless distractions of the Internet.)

I’m an extroverted, community-oriented, people-energized kind of guy. How did I end up in this world?

Well, there’s another cliché, just as true, that while writing is solitary, a book is a communal undertaking. I can scribble all day for my own entertainment and edification but unless I have others to assist in getting it from the page to an accessible form, it’s merely an exercise of the imagination. That has its own value, to be sure, but it’s generally not the writer’s ultimate aim. Furthermore, if no one reads what I scrawl, it’s vanity of vanities, as the Preacher tells us. The written word needs to be read to be complete.

Take my case, for example. Each of my 12 (so far) books lists me as sole author. (My picture book also has an illustrator.) That’s misleading because I hardly worked alone. There were editors, designers, consultants, inspire-ers, and (maybe most important of all) encouragers, to name a few. And, as I said above, the folks who read those books are as important as any contributor. To paraphrase the age-old question, “If a book is published and no one is there to read it, does it matter?”

Change is in the wind. For the first time, my writing is part of a group project. The local writers’ group I’m part of has published a collection of writings. I had the privilege of contributing three pieces: two short stories and an essay. “Somewhere Stories” can be found on Amazon by clicking on the image below.

As the flyer above indicates, a book launch will be held next week, on Thursday 12/18/25 at the “somewhere” where we meet, the Chelmsford (MA) Center for the Arts. Feel free to drop by, have some cookies, and check it out.  

(In case you were worried that I’ve given up writing long form books on my own (admit it, you were worried, weren’t you), fret not! I have a new book in the works, a family-friendly comic tome based on another of my unproduced (as yet 🙂 ) screenplays. God willing, it will be out in plenty of time for better weather reading.)