An Open Letter to the Father Who Left My Nieces Fatherless

  I don’t know if you remember it, but I do, and she certainly does. You called their mom, my sister, your ex-wife, and you told her that you wanted to take Brooklynn out for a special daddy-daughter date on your weekend to have her. As an eight-year-old girl who desperately sought her daddy’s affection, … More An Open Letter to the Father Who Left My Nieces Fatherless

More Than a Sunset

As a collector of knowledge there are few things in life that break me more than the questions I ask that no one can answer. I drove my Sunday school leaders crazy when I was a child. So many, “why’s?” So many, “But then what’s?” So many thoughts that my young imagination churned that no … More More Than a Sunset

Who Cares?

I’m a worrier, like a lose hours of sleep kind of worrier. Everything just seems a little more life or death than it actually is at two in the morning. But that’s just me. I worry. I’m at a time in my life where I, and those around me, care so much about things that, … More Who Cares?

RIP Miss Brill

Go back to high school for a second. Think of that kid, the one who tried so desperately to be cool. We’ll just call him John for this example. So think of John. He probably annoyed you a little; lame people always kind of annoy us for some reason. Now think of him getting tired … More RIP Miss Brill