My son was unusually quiet as I helped him get ready for bed. As if something serious weighed on his mind. He finally broke the silence with one word. The name of a friend from school last year. He said the name as a question. Sometimes it only takes one word to say that I … Continue reading Chicago
The morning clouds have finally lifted, and the midday sun accelerates the humidity on this late-Summer Sunday. But my son hardly notices. He swings back and forth, a giggle bubbling up each time I push. Other kids dash from the bars up the stairs and down the slide. Two parents move their strollers and conversation … Continue reading Hope for My Son on the Swing
I’ve often thought about writing a story in which the main character thinks he leads an ordinary life, but unbeknownst to him he plays an extraordinary role in the lives of others. My fascination for this story comes from my own interest in the role that purpose plays in our lives. Do we have a … Continue reading A Small Gesture. A Large Impact.
I sing. Not from a rooftop or A mountainside or In the rain. Not to make you laugh or cry. Not to praise God or country. Not to share the gift of my voice. If my singing voice was a present someone would’ve returned it long ago. I sing to convey my feelings. I borrow … Continue reading Why I Sing
“Is the police car fixed,” my son asked me. Everyday this week. I tried explaining to him that the car wasn’t broken. It was a model kit with dozens of pieces. Many of those pieces were tiny like hubcap covers and side mirrors. The box indicated that the kit was for kids eight and older … Continue reading Some Assembly Required
Most weeknights I have the best intentions. Get home on time and give the kids some undivided attention. Eat a healthy and relaxed dinner. Give the kids a bath with no arguing and no water on the floor. Read stories and put the kids to bed. Spend quality time with my wife. Get into bed … Continue reading Weeknights