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
Grocery shopping each week is tough. Or more accurately, choosing the right grocery store each week is tough. We have so many options from general grocery stores to more specialized stores. Some have good produce. Others have reliable meat sections. Sometimes we choose based on what we need that week. But the store we shop … Continue reading When We are All Replaced
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
The man in front of me was paying for his food when the two employees behind the counter looked at each other. Three orders in front of them looked identical. One belonged to the man in front of the line and two were mine. Normally the first order belongs to the person at the front … Continue reading The Words We Choose