Small progress

I’m starting to worry about my memory. I see something in the news that I think is funny in an off-hand way and I save the story to my favorites to tell my oldest son and then I remember that he’s not here. I see a funny clip from The Late, Late Show with James... Continue Reading →

The years are short

I held my daughter close to my chest, tried to be as still as possible, and sang her one lullaby after another. I squinted my eyes trying my best to read my watch in the dark, but couldn’t see the numbers. I was frustrated and tired, but I needed to get my daughter to sleep,... Continue Reading →

Leaving home

My friends say we're being silly, but my wife and I are convinced that our kids are "abandoning" us, leaving us for brighter more exciting lights. Our daughter drove back to college this weekend; our son will be leaving home in less than twenty-some days to start boot camp. They’ve given up the comforts of... Continue Reading →

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