Blake Nelson

I don't know what I clicked on that caused this, but lately most of the suggested videos on my YouTube sidebar are of morose and lonely young men saying things like:

I ran into a guy during senior softball last night. I was running to third base, and I came in a little too fast. He was reaching to catch the ball, and I knocked into him.

One of the reasons I am alarmed by the socialist/ communist trends in my own country is that I visit ed such countries in my youth

I remember back in the early Trump days, I would cruise by the Politics section of my local bookstore to see which celebrity leftist pundit they were promoting this week.

Even when you're deep in enemy territory, moral conviction can go a long way. Recently, I stopped to grab a pizza slice in the Hawthorne district of Portland.

Josiah Hesse doesn't hate his evangelical parents — but don't tell that to the liberals lining up for his new book.

I was having lunch in a local tavern the other day, when Randy Travis' 1987 country hit “Forever and Ever, Amen” came on the jukebox.

In 2016, I got a call from my editor at Simon & Schuster in New York. The company was putting out a new edition of my first novel, "Girl" (1994), and redoing the cover and interior design, in preparation for its re-release.

Recently, someone on X.com said that Japan was the last “first world country" left on earth. I felt an instinctual agreement when I read this statement. America no longer feels very “first world” to me. Not lately.

Here in Portland, we've had a bad week of wildfire smoke. It's been at DON'T GO OUTSIDE levels. You literally feel the ache in your chest. Your eyes begin to burn.