Wrinkled Around the Knuckles

I was putting you to bed tonight, and we were lying in bed. You were playing and my hand was on your back. It didn’t look like my hand though. My hands have always been the hands of a young man, a kid. These hands were slightly worn, wrinkled. They...
 

It’s Quiet Uptown

  Your Pawpaw, Brent passed away a few weeks ago. He was one of the best men I have ever met. It’s still hard, of course, to think about the finality. We do our best to make sure you remember him, because he would have wanted that. You might not...
 

On Endings

There’s never a good place to start, when it comes to talking about endings. Unfortunately we all find our way their with time. Some endings come sooner than others, well rehearsed, scripted, planned. Others by surprise and take your breath away, in a more literal sense. We had a great...
 

The Best of Hands

I haven’t spent enough time on reflection lately, kiddo. For that, I am sorry. However, there is a reason for it, and happiness dulls the senses and calms the nerves. We have, all of us, been so very happy—actually, and not gun-to-my-head. You’ve been sick this last week, and it’s...
 

The State of the Mess

It’s been a bit, kiddo. I haven’t kept up my end of the bargain, writing enough to satisfy my own assumption that there will be words never read by you. In the event you are still listening, I am still writing, and there’s much to say. Every Little Thing, Is...
 

In Case of an Emergency

I had a dream last night that you suffered a terrible infection in your left leg and it had to be amputated. You were fine and wonderful and happy, because that’s who you are; but I was miserable. I watched you bounce around with your artificial leg and crutch; you...
 

Leaving Most Unsaid

It’s Halloween this week, kiddo. Jacqueline and I have an elaborate party to attend, and you’ll be spending the evening at your grandmother’s house. You love it there and we’ll go Trick or Treating on the 31st, because how else are we supposed to get candy for the rest of...
 

The World is Beautiful

We were driving into work and school this morning and there was a story on the radio about a pregnant woman being shot and losing her baby. The father was also killed. I changed the radio station because that’s not this life. That’s not our life. There is a certain...
 

Hate is a Strong Word

On Saturday night, June 11th, 2016, a man entered into a night club and killed 49 people. These were 49 living, breathing people that had friends, families, ambitions, and lives. These people were living their lives, enjoying themselves, letting off steam, or chasing after something—which is the same as every single person...
 

Fixin’ the Unbroken.

It doesn’t happen so often as this late age, kiddo; inspiration. Sometimes you see something, read something, hear something that catches hold. It becomes a piece of you, even if it’s only temporary. The short-term displacement resonates, if only for a while. I’m watching a show called Chef’s Table on...
 

The Family Shrubbery

There’s so much to talk about, kiddo. A lot of words that need to be said, and at least I have your attention. A couple stories on NPR and a Podcast I listen to sometimes created this post, and without realizing it, it’s the reason I started this website to...
 

Being Grateful

    Since 2007, life has been a series of troubles, one after the next. After 13 years of a series of financial troubles I can finally say that we’re skating through, friend. We are, finally, not living paycheck to paycheck.       For a brief rundown, life has progressed...
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