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.

Overdo Your Follow-Through — for Tentative Is Far Riskier Than Confident

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When I’m shooting free throws on the basketball court, I can tell instantly — the moment the ball leaves my sweaty 47-year-old fingertips — whether I’m about to experience a make or a miss, success or failure, imaginary cheers or imaginary jeers. It’s all in the follow-through. If I’ve followed through well on my shot, […]

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Purpose: It Exists, It Matters, and It Only Needs to Be Uncovered — Not Discovered

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I’ve been afraid to write this post, to let this post come out of me. I still am. And while I want to say that I’ve been psyching myself up for over an hour to get going on it (which I have), the truth is that I’ve been psyching myself up to affirm the message […]

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Lessons Learned While Shopping for a Halloween Costume

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Shopping for a Halloween costume is not what it used to be — that’s what I’ve discovered today, three days before Halloween, during my utterly unsuccessful attempt to sink what I thought would be a gimme putt: buying a simple police officer costume for my six-year-old son Kian. Here’s what I’ve  learned about contemporary children’s […]

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As a Writer I Must Write – Whether Anyone Is Reading Or Not

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My worst fear as a writer is that I will invest a bunch of my limited time and energy into writing something — putting my heart and soul and mind into every word — and no one, not a single person, will read it. My second-worst fear is that someone will. So — here I […]

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I Want My Mommy

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I’m in a beautiful countryside house, and the aroma of newly cooked Norwegian lefse is floating, ala an old Daffy Duck cartoon, all the way upstairs from the kitchen to the bedroom where I’m writing, right to my appreciative nostrils. It’s the same type of smell that filled my childhood home on the days my […]

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