by mike | Feb 13, 2020 | Baseball, Books, Fantasy, Ghosts, Magical realism, Movies, Sports, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
Yes, I do write a lot about Field of Dreams, the best movie ever, and here I go again. This is my original post, which I did in 2012. It began as a short story by Canadian author W.P. Kinsella in an anthology of baseball stories titled, Shoeless Joe Jackson Comes to...
by mike | Dec 12, 2016 | Death, Life, Magical realism, Movies, Uncategorized |
If you’re a movie buff, you would probably jump at the chance to see a film starring Oscar winner Matthew McConaughey and Oscar nominees Naomi Watts and Ken Watanabe, three outstanding actors. Well, they all performed in the 2015 drama, The Sea of Trees, and I’ll bet...
by mike | Aug 25, 2016 | Baseball, Books, Magical realism, Publishing, Sports Movies, Uncategorized, Writing |
This story, first posted in 2012, was a joy to write, and equally to revisit. W.P. Kinsella is, without a doubt, one of my favorite writers. “Three years ago at dusk on a spring evening, when the sky was a robin’s-egg blue and the wind as soft as a day-old chick, I...
by mike | Jun 30, 2016 | Fantasy, Humor, Magical realism, Movies, Uncategorized |
A whole bunch of quirky characters appear in this magical film, which I wrote about in 2012. The word “quixotic” has its roots in—what else?—Don Quixote, the subject of my last post. By definition the word means, “Foolishly impractical, especially in the pursuit of...
by mike | Apr 21, 2016 | Baseball, Books, Fantasy, Ghosts, Magical realism, Movies, Sports Movies, Uncategorized |
Yes, I do write a lot about Field of Dreams, the best movie ever. Here is my original post, which I did in 2012. It began as a short story by Canadian author W.P. Kinsella in an anthology of baseball stories titled, Shoeless Joe Jackson Come to Iowa. Later on,...
by mike | Aug 26, 2012 | Baseball, Books, Magical realism, Research, Writing |
“Three years ago at dusk on a spring evening, when the sky was a robin’s-egg blue and the wind as soft as a day-old chick, I was sitting on the veranda of my farm home in eastern Iowa when a voice very clearly said to me, ‘If you build it, he will come.’” These words...
