10 years ago today I found out I was going to be a father. I remember it like it was yesterday — the anticipation, the nerves, the hope that it was indeed going to happen, that it wasn’t a cruel joke being played on me by God. And yet it seemed like God was on … Continue reading July 2, 2005
“He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.” ~Clarence Budington Kelland The man gets up every morning at the crack of dawn, looking for a moment to stretch, to reflect, and to drink his coffee. He sits on his couch as the shadow of the large maple … Continue reading Watching the Man
I don’t think I’ll ever understand it. My 9-year old can clearly recall what happened 7 years ago in startling detail, from the clothes we were wearing to the shows she watched on television. She can remember every single one of her birthdays, the names of people she met once 5 years ago, and when … Continue reading Chatting With Lexi: On Memory
I was getting proactive. I swear I was. The clothes had been washed, and instead of tossing them into the dryer I hiked all the way outside to put them on the line. You see, we have a clothesline out in the backyard. It consists of two sturdy posts with a snaking line of rope … Continue reading Weather or Not
I drove through Poland at a steady pace, keeping it at 35 mph because the police were out in full force today, no doubt trying to catch partiers reveling in the streets before the madness of fireworks that will come later. But they paid me no mind because I drove in a straight line and … Continue reading The View From the Bridge
Dear Journal, I forgot the milk. Twice. What’s wrong with me? The first time was somewhat understandable. I mean, it was cold and I had been saving it for last, during my shopping trip to Target. Of course I checked and double-checked my list to make sure I had all the items on it, but … Continue reading Dear Journal: Got Milk?