When Ocean Vuong spoke of Eduardo Corral's line in a recent interview, moss grows along the tree like applause it clapped, it surged upward in silent ovation, a green thunder rolling slow across bark, each spore a tiny hand raised with wonder. In that instant, the shame I have at times carried about my writing dissolved like mist under sudden sun. For years, writing has come to me the way a child presses his face to the glass of a world that has no ready words.

We live in a world allergic to patience. TikTok scrolls train us for distraction. DoorDash orders drop before we can blink. Netflix auto-plays so we never sit in silence. At first glance, this feels like convenience. But here’s the truth: impatience erodes the soul. When you strip away patience, you strip away prayer, silence, and endurance. And without those, you can’t carry your cross.

July Update (scroll to the bottom for a special cover reveal) I recently wrote about why we should care about hope. To that, my answer...

Behind Walktall Part 3 - Letting Justice Lead Walktall is out and after a brief snafu in which I gave a rough draft to reviewers, I...

A new tabletop RPG in the spirit of virtue