To Fail as a Son
The last time I saw my father I was twelve years old. Before boarding the airplane that would return me to the home of my mother and step-father, I had sat on the edge...
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The last time I saw my father I was twelve years old. Before boarding the airplane that would return me to the home of my mother and step-father, I had sat on the edge...
I’m going to go out on a limb and declare that I am more attached to my son’s Lego toys than he is. And he simply thinks the world of them. The boy has...
Not so long ago, I met a young couple who had unexpectedly lost their newborn baby shortly after birth. Upon my first seeing them, their heads were bowed and their eyes were downcast. Both...
I’m so glad that our local public library now carries DVDs of the old 80s Transformers cartoon; the newer versions feature the nauseating combination of whiny robots and even whinier humans. And I just...
As of today, I’ve been doing this blogging thing for five years. I’ll spare you any reflective introspection as this milestone seems underwhelming next to the daily successes of my recently potty-trained fifteen-month-old. Not...
This past weekend we celebrated my boy’s birthday. He awoke excited for the day, but then descended into his trademark morning grumpiness. The prospect of going to church before his party didn’t jibe with...
Yesterday, my son, fearless of grime, scum, and germs, pulled out the plug to the bathtub and looked as though he was going to place it in his mouth. “Whoa,” I said, OCD alarms...
To my dismay, Google shows me that all my adolescent Higgs Boson jokes have been done a thousand times over. I also see that a search for the elementary mass-giving particle and yours truly...
I took this past week off from my day job to get some writing done on a long term project, and decided, during this time, to start on a beard. My new beard was...