A good number of year ago, my three kids came running down the stairs in their pajamas. They were giddy with excitement. Without being told twice, they put on their coats and gloves, the night chill made them a must, and my wife loaded the three of them into our car. Once everyone was tucked …
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Giving thanks
I took a break from working the other day to look out the window. The street was empty, everyone quarantined in their homes. I couldn’t help but think about the year we’ve had. If I had looked at the street one year ago, I would have expected to see people out-and-about, going on with their …
Report cards: What not to say
I should have read the room better. If I had, I would have known to keep my mouth shut. My daughter pulled out her elementary school report card. She had been working hard over the past two months after a tough start to the year and sat with me on the sofa excited to see …
Doing it all wrong
My wife walked into our kitchen and gave me a questioning look, the kind of look every husband knows all too well. I could tell I was in trouble. I had pots and pans scattered across the stove and had made a general mess of the room. My wife put down her phone, taking in …
Finding some inspiration
Is anyone else having a tough week? I've been there before. Once when I was a kid, I was having a particularly tough week. I’m not sure what was going on, maybe a test or two, possibly something at home, who knows? When I let my frustration come out during basketball practice, my coach, the …
An inauspicious first date
It was Friday night and the music boomed throughout the restaurant. Boom, ba, ba, boom, ba, ba, boom. The restaurant manager had the lights down low and the place was packed with people, with everyone seeming to be shouting to the person next to them. I could barely hear myself think, forget about hear my …
Going home again: My hometown through adult eyes
When I was a kid, I hated that we lived outside of town away from most of the other kids in my school. The distance was a mere three miles, but it felt like 3,000. To my way of thinking, we may as well have lived in another country. I should probably explain, when I …
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Pass the bread
When my wife and I were a few years out of college and lived in Northern Virginia, she’d beat me home each day. She’d walk in the door to our small one-bedroom apartment and I would get home a few minutes later. We’d both throw our briefcase/bags behind the door and crash on the sofa, …
Hair today, gone tomorrow
Let’s talk hair. When I was a kid, I had wild, wavy hair that had a mind of its own. I'd be in our tiny little bathroom and I'd comb it one way and by the time I'd walk out to the kitchen for my mother's inspection, it would have gone in a completely different …
A special five-year anniversary
Crack open the champagne bottles. Let the confetti and balloons fly. Ring the bells, it’s time to celebrate. September marks the five-year anniversary of my blog. Five years and some 520 posts later, I’m still writing. When I first started this blog, I summarized the site as a place to put a few thoughts, a …
