He returns
The last time I saw my brother, Jeremy, was more than five years ago. My mother had died and we were settling the bill after the post-funeral lunch. He and…
Gratitude journal: A daughter’s excitement
Tonight I am grateful for the moment when I step through the door of my home and my door runs to me, screaming, “Daddy!” She throws herself into my arms…
Last time being two
I’m so glad that my wife captured this moment on video: The night before my daughter turned three years old. The last time my little one was two years old.…
A potentially great day ruined by you-know-what
Today was a potentially great day for me. To start, Cosmopolitan UK named my next book, Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend, #1 on their Best Books for February 2012 list …
Gratitude journal: Unexpected empathy
Tonight I am grateful to my students, who knew better than to tease me or even mention the Super Bowl to me. Two kids came in offering me a hug,…
The world is no less polite or civil today than in years past. You’re just blind to the realities of history, technology, and memory.
I read a post on Roberta Trahan’s Idyll Conversation blog the other day that began with this: How many of you have noticed, in recent years, the near extinction of…
Gratitude journal: A safe arrival, a game of poker and an honest-to-goodness resurrection
It’s been three days since I have expressed my gratitude in written form. It’s been fairly busy and crazy days. On Thursday, I was grateful to be reunited with my…
No one needs this much room to poop.
These photos really don’t adequately capture the inexplicable enormity of this this public restroom. It’s bigger than my dining room. It might be bigger than any single room in my…
She gets ice cream. We get chicken and pasta?
Elysha explained to Clara that the new baby will be sleeping in our bedroom for a while after she is born. Clara began crying. She said that she wants the…
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