The Writings of Peter Vogt — The Archives
I publish a new essay here every Friday—which, over time, adds up to lots of essays!
So enjoy these pieces from the growing For Pete’s Sake archives. I hope you like reading these posts as much as I like writing them and sharing them.
What Will People Think? That’s What I Need to Stop Thinking – for My Sake and Theirs
/1 Comment/in Uncategorized /by Peter VogtI have gone through most of my life saying, to myself and others, that I don’t really care what people think of me or what I do or what I say or what I believe. That I don’t worry about it. Turns out it’s a load of crap. My own thinking and my own actions […]
Grief: Expressing It Beats Repressing It
/2 Comments/in Uncategorized /by Peter VogtEach weekday morning, my wife Adrianne and I get up at 5:45 and go our separate ways. Briefly. Adrianne’s typical path takes her to the shower first, then to the dim light of the kitchen and a quiet breakfast-and-a-book all alone — which is by design as she prepares to teach wiggly first-graders all day […]
Saving Makes Sense When You’ve Lived True Lack
/2 Comments/in Uncategorized /by Peter VogtDear Dad, I’m covered in dust and memories right now. I’ve been cleaning out your garage – your workshop, your respite care center, your old thinking-and-a-cigarette retreat back in your two-packs-a-day days. Your home away from the house and its insanity – us kids being, well, kids. Dad, we always figured you had a ton […]
We Control Only So Much — We Have to Wing the Rest
/0 Comments/in Uncategorized /by Peter VogtThere were all sorts of ways the kids could die, be it at the hands of an unseen power line or the paws of an unfed feline. We were at the Tamarac National Wildlife Refuge near my hometown of Detroit Lakes, Minnesota. I was with my son Theo’s fourth-grade class, and we were discovering on […]
Trust for the Best
/0 Comments/in Uncategorized /by Peter VogtWhich kid should I hurt today? a) Theo. b) Isaac. c) Both a and b. I was wrestling with injustice the other morning, and losing, as I tried to figure out how the hell I could attend two different track meets for two different kids in two different cities. At the same time. My 9-year-old […]