Author: Michael Reneau

Husband, father, writer, and editor living in Greeneville, Tennessee, trying to figure out what's worth saying, and how to say it.

>Another Place

>This is my first psoting in almost two months. A lot has happened. Life has radically (and wonderfully, I might add) changed, and I am still caught in the undertoe of its newness, of its surprising challenges and pleasant rewards. One of these days I might try to synthesize something as big as getting married. … Continue reading >Another Place →

>Mom, Dad, and Ashley

>Once again I find myself struck by my family as I prepare to embark on this new journey. Family really is a gift. There are days, of course, when I doubt that as everyone else does, but when it's all said and done, I can only be thankful for my family: Mom, Dad, and Ashley.This … Continue reading >Mom, Dad, and Ashley →

>Life Approacheth

>I don't quite know what will come out of this when I'm done, but I wanted to comment on where life is headed.I've found myself more thankful for family this Christmas than I think I have ever been before--both my family and my wife-to-be's family. Life seems at its best with Dad sitting cross-legged in … Continue reading >Life Approacheth →

>Winter’s Stripes

>This morning as I drove across the river back into Rhea County, I happened to look up.The bridge that spanned the river inclined just enough to elevate me over the horizon's landscape. Driving east I saw the mountain line, which guards Dayton, and the valley below--still frozen from the night.  Hanging overhead of the valley … Continue reading >Winter’s Stripes →

>A Little Poetry

> Given this Advent season, I thought I would share a poem I wrote last year in a creative writing course:Seasonal SensesSmell the scent, do you,of evergreen, of gingerbread?See the gleam, I doof colored lights, of silver bells.Hear the songs, can you,of carolers, of children's choirs?RememberingNativity.