About Pav

I live and work in the suburbs of Atlanta.

I teach English to high school seniors, I’m an often-injured distance runner (my favorite distance is the half-marathon), I’m the father to two cuter-than-average children, the husband to a far-prettier-than-average wife, and (as of now) the author of a few plays, the first draft of a novel, and a growing handful of short stories.  The short stories are all available for you to peruse here.

Despite the above, I have a hard time calling myself a writer with a straight face.  However, I think I get a little closer every day.

One day we will all be left behind.  Whether it’s the zombie apocalypse, the meteor apocalypse, the tsunami apocalypse, or the cyborg apocalypse, humanity as we know it today will simply no longer be around.  The things we did and the people we know will be nothing but ash.  The things that might survive are the things that we create, and if you create enough of them, then there is the slightest possibility of an inkling of a chance that they might be discovered by Whoever or Whatever Comes Next.

This, then, is my shout into the void.  Whether I have anything useful to say is another matter entirely.

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  5. Pav, you say, “One day we will all be left behind. The things we did and the people we know will be nothing but ash.”

    That is a painful truth–especially when one is watching his own life and the lives of his loved ones go by the by. The lives of ordinary men and women will be forgotten. Obviously my family and I are ordinary.

    I am looking back on so much history (from Russia, through Germany, to Canada and now the USA and even into Norway and India) and cannot imagine how or why anyone would not want to preserve those precious memories–even if not directly related to our family.

    During my school teaching years, I was also wife to a wonderfully busy husband who included our family in all his “busyness.” I was mother to five beautiful children and did my best to stay involved in their lives as much as they wanted me to be. Above all that, I was completely involved in church fellowship.

    That lifestyle has been my excuse for not writing. Now I regret not taking time to keep a diary, a journal or something. In my mind, as I watch the panorama of life pass by, I would not change the things we did, but I do pray the Lord gives me time and a clear mind to write a few things before I die.

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    • Painful truths suck, but it’s better to face them than to hide from them.

      It’s always easy to find excuses not to do things, but it’s harder living with the regret of not having done things. I think. Maybe that was just some bad leftovers I had. Thanks for sharing your story — and remember that it’s never too late to start making a change for the better!

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