Month: November 2016

The Only Way to Find Happiness


On a recent cold, wind-snapped morning, I asked class of college-bound high school seniors a simple question. What brings you happiness? (I know, a simple yet dicey question to ask a bunch of curiously bored 17 year olds). Their answers were both surprisingly PG and unsurprisingly boring: Sleep, Saturday, my bed, Netflix, my dog (because all he does is sleep). I […]

A Note of Thanks (followed by a cringeworthy shower thought)


When I look at the world and its hulking mountains, its sandy beaches, its flowered fields, its distant stars–I realize that the world has enough stuff. When I look at myself, and my loving and supportive family, my messy but comfortable home, my hard but rewarding job, my refrigerator full of food, my shelf full […]

7 Reasons Why My Child is a Suburban Dictator


Don’t be fooled. You’re looking a menace. A television hogger. A fickled eater. A picky dresser. A mess maker. A bed jumper. An interrupter of conversations. And a careless pisser. You’re staring into the soft but tyrannical face of a suburban dictator. This is my youngest child, Dylan. He is 3. And if you let him, he will rule your world. […]

Winning and losing in our instant oatmeal world


In my last post, “Dad. what’s a championship?” I told you that Chase had recently lost his championship soccer game and didn’t care. He was more concerned about a juice box and a bag of Oreos then the sweet tastes of victory. I also told you how proud I was that he brushed off losing […]

“Dad, what’s a championship?”


“Chase, are you ready for today?” “Dad, what’s today?” “What’s today? It’s only the biggest game of your young life. It’s what you worked all season for. It’s the championship!” Chase is sitting at the kitchen table. His hands are behind is back and he’s lapping the strawberry frosting off a donut as if in […]

So this is what divorce feels like


I’m sitting at the kitchen table angry, confused, disillusioned. How did this happen? To me? To us? I’m sick to my stomach. Something sour sits in my throat. I’m sweating one minute then shaking and shivering the next. The house is achingly quiet. I want to talk to somebody yet I long to be alone. […]

Passing Through: A Reflection


Last Thursday night, after I finished the final edits for “The Day I Learned I Couldn’t Jump (or Learning to Fly)” I couldn’t sleep. While writing that story, I felt like a guest at a reunion of sorts. Bill and Denise and the two chatty Cathys on the treadmill were in attendance. Although brief, it […]