Author Archives: Brian H. Gill

About Brian H. Gill

I was born in 1951. I'm a husband, father and grandfather. One of the kids graduated from college in December, 2008, and is helping her husband run businesses and raise my granddaughter; another is a cartoonist and artist; #3 daughter is a writer; my son is developing a digital game with #3 and #1 daughters. I'm also a writer and artist.

Comfort For a Recovering English Teacher

My memory, like my father’s, is occasionally creative. I remembered a someone writing that England’s public schools were dedicated to the idea “…that Tennyson would never happen again….” Then, recently, I started re-reading a Wodehouse book. “…It was almost as … Continue reading

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Charged: a Priest in My Diocese

No matter how it turns out, this is not good news. And it’s uncomfortably close to home. “Minnesota priest accused of sexual abuse, threatening woman” Bring Me The News (December 8, 2025) “A Minnesota priest is accused of sexually abusing, … Continue reading

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Freckles is a Girl: Remembering a Dog Next Door

The house next door north from 818 went through several owners, residents at any rate, while my folks and I were living there. I don’t remember anything about the folks or person who owned Freckles, but I remember the mid-sized … Continue reading

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Jesus Matters, Hope is an Option: Advent 2025

Today is the first day of Advent. Among many other things, this season is a good time for remembering that hope is always an option: no matter what’s going wrong at the moment. Celebrating the Moment When God Became One … Continue reading

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Matchstick Rockets in the Basement

I’ve said it before. This isn’t the world I grew up in. Today’s focus on safety, for example, feels over-enthusiastic. But then, I’m one of those people who launched rockets in the basement. With the permission and cooperation of my … Continue reading

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