The Memory Jar

The space of memories is far and wide.

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 may

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.”

A Most Significant February

I am much better off with knowing than not knowing, even if the knowing is not good.

Lessons from a Soup Kitchen

Life is a journey for all of us but we have to be willing to open up the entire map (or scroll down the GPS to keep it relevant).

You’re Doing Great

The thing is, at this moment – on January 25, 2016, I am doing great.

The Last Time

Be thankful that there will always be a last time, without which there would be no first times.

Open Heart (Surgery)

Nothing snaps you out of the self pity associated with job uncertainty, divorce, financial instability and overall restlessness like sitting 175 miles away in your home while you know the person who gave birth to you is on a ventilator while someone rewires her heart.

The Kids Who See Me Through

I am a very lucky man because there is nothing more affirming than seeing your own children exhibit behavior that is selfless, resolved and decisive…

PENS (Premature Empty Nest Syndrome)

My struggle has been with how to connect outside of 10 minute FaceTime chats or at least deal with those days that are more difficult.