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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Hey Remember That Time When I Did That Thing? When I was a kid I have to very defining moments when I did something I didn’t like, but I did it well. I played on a soccer team called The Dynamites—I generally picked flowers on the field. Your grandfather coached…
I’m on a roll. Two posts in two nights. It’s like I’m young again—and this blog is young again. I watched a sad show, kiddo. It was sad, but it was good. The best movies and shows and books are the ones that make you feel: hurt, pain, misery, desperate,…
Alright so your mom is with my best friend. It’s old news now, and it’s totally fine. I’m great, your mom is great, and you are great. Let’s take some time to talk about it, and air out what needs to be said. It Wasn’t; Now It Is. There was…
