Author: Jim Mitchem

You are going to die. It could be by a train this afternoon, or it could be in 80 years when you’re happy from having lived a full life. But you are going to expire and turn into dust. For the sake of this post, let’s say you’re going to live until you’re 95. The reward for living a long life is the accumulation of age. And with aging comes certain … let’s call them conundrums. Like most people, when…

We ended our amazing trip to St. Croix, boarded our flight to Miami, and things got interesting.

Every so often I feel the ascension of birds in my chest Soft reminders of the seeds of art that have taken root deep within me revealing themselves during insignificant moments as I hack my way through the daily grind in a world that doesn’t stop for moments but rather longs for the promise of tomorrow Being human, I get caught up in the drone of this machine and forget But the birds remind me that the human heart is…

On her 15th birthday, my daughter received a beta fish from a kid who lived in the neighborhood. A kid who had been in our house many times. A kid who would know we weren’t “fish people.” I thought it an odd gift. And then thought, what an odd fish. Beta are strikingly beautiful to be sure, and this one was no exception. He was blue with feathery red fins. We named him Beta. And Beta looked lonely in that…

Matthew 6:24 is a prominent driver in my novel. It basically says you can’t serve both money and God. It doesn’t matter whether you’re agnostic or atheist. That’s not the point. To prove it, replace God with Mankind–or anything “good” in the same context that the idea of God is “good.” The rule from this verse in the bible still applies. What happens when we make money more important than God or people or anything “good” is that we literally…

The most gratuitous use of power I’ve ever witnessed occurred about four years ago when my then 12-year-old daughter was “dating” this Korean kid in middle school. This boy was gaga over her, and he was nice, and so she liked hanging out with him. It was a beautiful Saturday and we invited him to join us on a bike ride along the greenway. About an hour into it we were taking a break when my daughter said, “Hey Dad, John (not real name)…