Sitting at my desk. A pile of unnecessary receipts on the floor next to me. It’s the end of the month and things are getting reconciled. A stream of sunlight enters and floods the corner of my right eye, then bounces in my eyeglasses with every punch of a key. I type very deliberately. A little dog walks across the receipts, oblivious to their significance, and puts his front paws on my left leg. He stretches and wags. I ignore him…
I wrote a piece of fiction a while back that was intended to remind us of how lucky we are to breathe. How at any moment, life as we know it can change. And how schlepping through basic daily routines might appear mundane, but are really gifts intended to be celebrated. This morning at 3:30 I was in the midst of a dream when everything turned white. Then, house-rattling thunder. I sat up. My wife was already awake…
1) Sarcasm is easily misinterpreted on the phone. 2) I have a face for radio and a voice for Twitter. Which is to say, I don’t like my voice. 3) Having to hold my hand up to my ear while someone drones on and on. 4) Having to commit to the time it takes to have the actual phone call. Email is intermittent. You get to it when you get to it. Then again, I do email right…
It’s 1:30 a.m. on a Wednesday morning. I’m laying in a double bed next to my seven-year-old daughter, who is snoring away. The bedroom of the house we are in is located between the kitchen and the living room where my wife and ten-year-old daughter are sleeping on an air mattress on the floor. Everyone’s sound asleep, but me. We left Charlotte for this 700 square-foot home in Charleston early Tuesday afternoon and arrived in downtown as the locals…
Earlier today I tweeted that my life had been threatened at a traffic signal. I think I owe it to you to explain a little. First, today is the first day of spring break. The kids are home. The wife took the week off. Tomorrow we’re going to Charleston for a few days. So today was a great day to get my wife and kids into the USPS for their passports. We arrived around 1030. By 1230 we’d gone a…
This morning I participated in a walk to cure Juvenile Diabetes at our daughters’ school. I didn’t want to go. I had work to do. Two-hours standing outside encouraging 2nd and 3rd graders to keep walking around a big field wasn’t going to be very productive. I needed to finish some projects. I needed to make ends meet. Because that’s the most important thing. I’m an idiot. 20 years ago, my life changed in a moment of clarity when…
