Answer The Call
Have you heard of the fifty-pound phone? It’s one of those recovery clichés I’m fond of elaborating on—one worthy of...
Mad love
With my wife and kids staying in Pennsylvania for an extra two days, Riley got to ride home in shotgun. This...
Just Believe
Here I go again, writing about an occasion or holiday the day after it’s over. I admit it is anti-climactic...
Prepare for Takeoff
Air-travel has been on my mind this week, likely as a result of the United Passenger whose limp body was...
The Struggle
I’ve struggled all my life. It’s just in my bones. As far back as I can recall, my flesh has...
Kiss and Hug
An unprecedented event happened this week. My son, who has long demanded the extended kiss-and-hug goodbye as I drop him...
Close
I have a confession to make. It’s one of those confessions that if I heard it in my first year...
Some
April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate, this poet has compiled some alternative poetry for your enjoyment. Some visual poetry...
Keep Listening
We get bad news in funny ways in today’s hyper-connected world. Friday’s email came via paperless post from the family...
Broken
Welcome to many a dinner-table conversation. Mir: “You’ve got some food on your face.” Me: “Oh, here?” “No.” “Here?” “No.”...
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