(originally posted in 2013) i don’t like “how” i am right now. i’m too sensitive. too fearful. too emotional. too insecure. i’m too up and down. i feel weak. i feel helpless. i feel angry. i feel alone. it’s inconsistent with the rest of my life. there’s something about this…
(originally posted in 2012) have you ever not wanted to like something, but despite your best, pre-determined efforts, somehow, someway, whatever it was that you were keeping at arm’s length plowed on through, as a result, you ending up liking it. maybe it was a person. maybe it was the…
i’ve had my share of neurotic moments in parenting, but i was never one of those parents who felt like my kid was missing out on something. there wasn’t the one preschool that we had to have my son enrolled in. there wasn’t the one team he had to be…
for the past few years, valentine’s day has been challenge. not in a “this is hard” kind of way, but in a friendly competition way. (if you’re not sure what i’m talking about, read this post from last year.) and for most of the years we’ve done this, my wife,…
when i was 13, my mom died. the last interaction i had with her when she was conscious was awkward. i brought all my 13-year-old angst to the conversation. (here’s the recap.) i never had the chance to speak with her after that. i wish i could say that was…
i’ve had a tough time coming up with something to say on this blog lately. it’s not that there isn’t anything going on. it’s just i can’t write about it. right now, i just have to live it, walk through it. sometimes if you speak about things too early, it…
i hate road trips. i’m not a “joy in the journey” kind of guy. i just want to get there and get it over with. i’ve been after my kids for years to invent a teleporter, but my lazy children haven’t taken up that directive. the only thing that makes…
my mornings begin in darkness. i’m up at 5am. for some of you, you roll over and see your clock at 5am and think, “i have two or three more hours of sleep.” i see it and think, “it’s time to wake up.” i blame my father. well, not really…
“Aslan,” said Lucy, “you’re bigger.” “That is because you are older, little one,” answered he. “Not because you are?” “I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger.” —from Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis When I was growing up in the church, my God could fit…
we parents are an emotional, neurotic mess, aren’t we? sure, some of us are better at hiding it than others, but push the right button or confront the right issue, and every one of us comes to a point when we feel helpless. clueless. lost. we knew so much. maybe…
sometimes all it takes is one word to bring clarity. as an editor, if i’m on my game—with the perfect blend of coffee, a good night’s sleep, a good playlist and some good snacks—i notice when a word is omitted. i read through a sentence and think, “what?” as i…
