No Two Ways About It
Even dancing on frozen fragments of sky, Little boys Prefer to Barely tiptoe Rather than Thrust wiggly toes into stiff shoes.
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Bill Clinton, Magician?
We sat in the living room. I turned the radio to KHUM and began cooking dinner. My oldest has gone retro recently and dug out his old Gameboy. My middle son lounged by the fire reading a novel, they ignored the news as always while I avidly sucked it all in as always. But, then Bill Clinton began to speak.
Read moreNew Year's Resolutions: Why I Keep on Trying
The bottom shelf on my refrigerator exploded. From my oldest son’s explanation, I gathered not much damage happened and, certainly, none of it was his fault–the words “broke without any discernable reason” were repeated more than once. He made sure I knew he hadn’t done anything. “I just opened the door and, phhht, a small piece broke off the shelf.”
Read moreNew Year's Resolutions: Why I Keep on Trying
The bottom shelf on my refrigerator exploded. From my oldest son’s explanation, I gathered not much damage happened and, certainly, none of it was his fault–the words “broke without any discernable reason” were repeated more than once. He made sure I knew he hadn’t done anything. “I just opened the door and, phhht, a small piece broke off the shelf.”
Read moreWords from a Wise One
One day when we were in town, problems were cascading down on us (Torrential rain, flat tire, groceries falling out of the hatchback into puddles, etc.), I was buckling my littlest into his seat and laughingly told him, “We’re having a rough day but we’ll make it. We’re tough.” “Yeah,” he said, “we’re gritty, too.” I started to laugh. Where
Read moreA Bit of Bubbly for the New Year
Tomorrow, when the rains flood the hillsides and streets, take a moment and do something that makes you look this happy.
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