Entries by Peter Vogt

What Will People Think? That’s What I Need to Stop Thinking – for My Sake and Theirs

I 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

Each 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

Dear 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

There 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

Which 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 […]

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

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, […]

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

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 […]

Lessons Learned While Shopping for a Halloween Costume

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 […]

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

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 […]

I Want My Mommy

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 […]