Firsts. Lasts. Mother’s Day

One of the themes I have tried to reinforce to my kids over the years is around the lifetime of “firsts” that awaits them. We all have different experiences but I know, for me, I often felt trapped as a teenager – physically and emotionally – with no real understanding of the greater world thatContinue reading “Firsts. Lasts. Mother’s Day”

This is love, yo (a Poem for my kids – but not yet)

I recently posted this to twitter and reposting it in an easier-to-read format. I wrote this about being a dad to two teenagers. Maybe you’ll recognize something familiar. This is love, yo Me on the chair Reading a book With you at the water’s edge It’s ok Pretend I am a stranger Yes, you mayContinue reading “This is love, yo (a Poem for my kids – but not yet)”

Love.

If kindness beholds itself to random acts completed in its honor then love is the scraping and molding of deliberation – no randomness here. Planning. Struggling. Acting. Today, I witnessed a scene that I have seen numerous time as it occurs on my street – a gentleman walking to a special transport for the countyContinue reading “Love.”

Riding in Cars with Budding Adults

A world of people who feel good about themselves would be a much different place than the one we live in today.

I’m back (and squishier than before)

“..within each of us lies the ability to be cracked open a bit more regardless of whether we may consciously or unconsciously be willing to be an active participant.”