It is Christmas Eve! This Christmas is a bit of a benchmark for our family. By the looks of it, this will be the last Christmas your little brother believes in Santa. I say he still believes, but he’s already considering the strong possibility that his parents […]
Today is my fortieth birthday. Apparently, this is something of a benchmark. I’m fortunate to have a couple undisturbed hours to craft a fortieth birthday gift for myself. This is a small slice of life that’s rattled in the back of my head for awhile now. Like the narrator, […]
Mornings I stand at the window, watching you, waiting for you to go. I stand until my feet grow tired, and I wonder sometimes what takes you so long to pull away. How things have changed. Not long ago, I ran to catch you before you walked out […]
There is power in words, never so prevalent as when words are put into writing. There is a permanence to writing which amplifies the power, but I believe there is even more to it. It’s something about the thought which goes into the writing. When […]
You turn ten today. I vividly recall last year when you turned nine, I suffered several days with anxiety over the fact that you were merely a year from hitting double digits. I have a visceral aversion to calendars and dates – systems that serve […]
Last month, I joined a book club. I confess it’s a small one, perhaps too small to refer to as a club, as we are only two members, and one of us is soundly dead. Mind you, this deceased member – the club’s founder, […]
I mentioned before that I enjoy writing letters to my young boys – little snippets for them to perhaps read one day, or merely for my own therapy. Isaac, my seven-year-old, did something recently that keeps coming back to mind. I thought I’d share […]
When I was three, I was shamed for wearing a pair of Incredible Hulk Underoos. That could be where it all started – my obsession with fitting in, with sacrificing the most personal parts of myself at the alter of Be Cool. […]
A couple years ago, I realized that I am disturbed by broken things. The revelation came as I recounted the tale of some broken Christmas ornaments to a professional set of ears I’d been paying to listen to me. The tale started with some poorly chosen screws, some […]
The following is a work of fiction. Part 1 here “…for there are other passions, deeper passions; you know this. You saw fit to sow them there. Sometimes I wish I was not so aware of their presence–beneath the crude folds of my temporal flesh, beneath even the […]
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