Two scenes from the Battle of the Bulge; one make-believe, the other too real.Read more
Anything Mentionable, about my friend Fred, about writing and life
Stories from Tim.
It was nerve-wracking. In considering whether the Kimbell should buy the painting, I said to myself, “If we don’t buy it and it ends up being Michelangelo, I’ll be haunted by it for the rest of my life. But it will be worse if we buy it and it turns out NOT to be Michelangelo!” We looked at the painting as critically as possibly, and tried to come up with every convincing argument that could be made against the attribution. We could find none.Read more
“The prayerful listening and counseling that these two men do is one of the most effective instruments for the healing of minds and souls that I know about anywhere in the world,” said nationally known pastor and sociologist Tony Campolo. “What a treasure it is for us to have these men serving so faithfully at work that is essential and, yet, has been left largely undone.”Read more
“It’s so freeing, to have the freedom to give without needing anything in return. Our connection with God is exactly that. It’s love. That’s it.”Read more
It sounds almost ridiculous, someone’s overly sanguine fantasy of youth. But I was there. I want to go back to Chet’s if only for a night, only for an hour, hang with my brother and the guys, and feel again what it’s like to be young and without care. But I can’t. I guess that’s what memories are for, memories and the odd sip of Mountain Dew.Read more
In the run up to the novel’s publication last month, my greatest concern was that readers of I’m Proud of You would find the language and the rawest scenes offensive or off-putting.Read more
“I was four years old,” Peggy told me. “The only thing I remember was that he was going to be leaving for the war and he came and picked me up and held me. Other than that, I really don’t remember him at all. I remember seeing Saving Private Ryan and I think I had my eyes closed most of the time. The only thing I could think of was that I hoped he died right away and didn’t have to suffer.”Read more
I told him why I was calling, that I had always admired him, so much so that a hero of my first novel bears his name.I heard a familiar chuckle at the other end of the line. He chuckled for a long time.
“That’s okay,” he said finally. “At least I’ll be in a book somewhere.”Read more
The next tears ran down her face, and Claire settled deeper into the sofa. Wendell stood and limped from the room, returning seconds later with a box of Kleenex. He pulled out two, laid them next to her half-eaten cookie, and returned to the wicker chair.
“My wife taught me something besides how to keep up a garden,” Wendell said. “Selma used to say: ‘Anything mentionable is manageable.’”Read more