While we were in college, my then girlfriend, now wife, Danielle, introduced me to the poetry of Naomi Shihab Nye. Though I was not reared on poetry or the merits of prose, most of it soaring far above my head (sorry, Bill Shakespeare), I was readily drawn into the world and words of Mrs. Nye. I know next to nothing about iambic pentameter, free verse, or the various types of

Only good news here. Danielle gave birth to our second child, a fine boy, on this the day of our Lord, Sunday 15 February 2009. Weighing in at a moderate and healthy 8 lbs., 2 oz., Monroe Carle Peters stirred vigorously towards the light, swallowing the atmosphere with a vengeance at 13:30 hours. He seems to possess a calm and dignified demeanor, which agreeably suits his parents. Mother and child

On a recent Saturday, my neighbor Matt, a medical physicist by trade and a fellow lawn & gardener at heart, hopped into the van with me for a show I had in the western piney hills of Georgia later that night. Matt had no idea what he was getting into, but I think he still likes me even after seeing what an “exciting” life I lead as a touring, albeit