Robert Fulghum Journal Entries

My recent travels, musings, insights shared with you every Sunday.

Czech Players

When the serious side of my mind has been in charge too long, I shift into a loosey-goosey mode and look for Players. These are people who share my sense of humor and creative mischief. During my recent sojourn in the Czech Republic I found an ample supply of Players.

read more

Czech Bank Robbers

“What do I do? Do you really want to know?” “Yes, I do.” “I’ll tell you – but you must promise not to tell anyone else.” She moved closer – whispered – “I promise.” I whispered in reply, “I’m a professional bank robber.”

read more

September Song Redux

There is a 12-inch wooden ruler in the top drawer of my desk. I think about it every year around this time – when the first notice of sales of school supplies appear in the stores in town. . .

read more

Swiss Cheese and Stardust

There’s a block of Swiss cheese sitting out on my kitchen counter. Warm yellow in color, with lots of big holes, randomly arranged. . .It’s not that I particularly like Swiss cheese or even plan to eat this chunk.
I just want to consider it. . .

read more

Cursed

A pair of black soccer shoes dangled from a power line way up in the air. Out in the middle of Bigelow Street near my house.
I know how they got there because I was a witness. . .

read more

The Way of the Ongoing Story

Storytellers don’t deal in facts or information – and they don’t tell people what to think. They give you a framework for thinking about complex things in a simple, lucid way so that they make sense. Think of your favorite stories . . .

read more

Sabbath

, , .Whatever it may mean to whoever observes the Sabbath, it is a conscious effort to cleanse the well-springs of Being – to seek inner calm – to not lose focus on what’s really essential to the flourishing life. . .

read more

Conversation

Sitting at the bar in Woody’s Tavern in Mob, Utah. I’m in for a cold beer on a heat-wave afternoon. The man sitting next to me is wearing a cowboy hat, jeans, cowboy boots, and a T shirt with the Canadian Flag on it. . .

read more

Battery Epiphany – an ironic tale

f you had been a guest in my home this past week, you and I would have been driven out of bed at 3 a.m. one morning by the incessant, irritating chirping of a dying smoke alarm detector, high on the kitchen wall: eeenk . . . . eeenk . . . . eeenk. . . eeenk . . .eeenk . . . . AAARGH, DAMN!

read more

Pagoto

What do you want to be when you grow up? If you had asked me that question in the summer of my twelfth year, I would have readily answered: The driver of an ice cream truck. . .

read more

Mutton Busting

Simply said, mutton busting is an American rodeo event involving sheep and young children. Or more precisely – a full grown female sheep – and a kid between 7 and 9 years of age who weighs less than 65 pounds. The goal for the kid is to stay aboard the sheep for 8 seconds and get points from judges for style and technique. . .

read more

Family

Early on a cold, rainy, dreary Sunday morning, a man sits in a chair in the deep darkness of a small side chapel off the main sanctuary of the church of the old Monastery of Gonia. . .

read more