29 years ago I was your age. I walked into a brand new school with brand new kids and a brand new teacher to learn brand new things about life and everything. I remember the first day, feeling excited. I don’t remember much else except one quick moment standing in…
You’re growing up. The last two years you’ve gone from barely stringing together fractured thoughts to relaying your dreams in detail, recounting events long since passed, and expressing your excitement about the future. In retrospect, it’s happening faster than I thought it would. It’s now 2018, as of a little…
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 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…
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…
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…
Somewhere around 1993ish, I remember lying in bed at night thinking about how I was destined to never find my true love. In truth, my true love for that fleeting moment in time—as true love’s happen to be really—had already been found; she just didn’t really like me that much.…
