“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if … More Your Catcher in the Rye
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
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
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?
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
I was an oopsie baby. My parents had thrown in the towel on a third kid years before the stork decided to drop me off at their house so I could take over their retirement fund. They were just getting to where they could see the light of an empty nest. They were counting the … More Unexpected Blessings