Author: Jim Mitchem

belize. with just her. i can feel the warmth of the sun. see the dust rising from a dirt road as a golf cart passes. i picture expats in brightly colored shorts–people we live amongst because … birds of a feather. i think about missing the US. think about whether we made a mistake. how can we feel at home when there’s no battle to fight except that the water taxi to the mainland is never on time? i miss…

Whenever I shave my face these days I wish my razor was a sculptor’s rasp — smoothing deep lines in my forehead removing excess skin from my jaw exposing my lines from 1999 with an expert flick of the blade. * Then I’d spray paint my hair black and walk around like I was immortal, until tomorrow’s shave. *** Jim

Christmas came and went and as the sun set on the big day, we put our daughters on a plane to Houston to visit with my family. They’re there five days. It feels strange for a couple of reasons. First, there was a long stretch of my life when I didn’t so much as speak with anyone but my mother back in Texas. It was nothing personal, I just left home early in life and never really settled down until…

Until this week I never paid much attention to bullying. I’d never been bullied, I never bullied anyone, and so it was one of those things that make you cringe when you hear about it, but what can you do? Then on Monday our daughter was the victim of a cyberbullying attack at her high school. You can read about it here. When someone attacks a member of your family, your natural instinct is to lash out. To get revenge…

This isn’t going to be a fun post. I’m angry and need to vent. Today my youngest daughter, a freshman in high school, was cyberbullied. It was a brutal attack that had all the makings of a high school drama. The kind of thing I could see coming from far away. And the kind of thing as a parent in the age of social media, you fear. Let me start by telling you about my kid. She’s no angel. She…

Keep walking. This is my faith. Twenty-six years ago I had none. Since my epiphany, however, I’ve relied on faith to guide me on everything. And since last summer, it’s been tested. Hard. I woke up this morning in a panic. No, I don’t want to drink and I’m not suicidal. Those are extremes and frankly not options for me in any capacity. What’s happened to me since about August is different. I’m not being guided as clearly as I…