ignore the old man,
I deserve it,
just don't yell
at me anymore,
I cry cuz it
hurts my feelings
I annoy my brother
cuz it's so fun
I'm just a kid
brain not fully formed
don't expect me
to be an adult—
I'm just a kid,
just a kid
don't kid yourself;
think I'm doin'
pretty . . .
Posted in: poetry
Life is not a good excuse for falling out of touch
I hadn’t seen my good friend in ten years. He moved over 4,000 kilometres away and we lost touch. Life kind of got in the way. So in July, 2016, we flew out to visit and reconnect.
We were greeted warmly at the airport. A pleasant surprise. If I knew they were waiting on us, I wouldn’t have dawdled with the kids . . .
Posted in: friendship
My sons and I enjoy a professional development day together
Hear the swish-swish of their snow pants as we walk home from drugstore. Sun, so bright, reflecting off snow. Younger likes to hold my hand still, sometimes. Older walks ahead, blazing a trail on slushy sidewalk. We laugh, waddle, joke. Feel like a new dad, all over again.
Silver jet streaks above, double contrails . . .
My family needs me in different ways—and that's OK
This article first appeared in The Good Men Project on February 10, 2017.
For over six years, I was very comfortable in my role as stay-at-home dad. But I knew it was time for a change.
My kids are in school full time. They don’t need me in the same ways. They don’t need me to hover. A healthy sign of their . . .
Posted in: stay-at-home dad
How a bunny learned to like apples more than carrots
Fuzzy Bunny was not a bear.
He was a rabbit. He did have hair.
He did not like carrots as much as you'd think.
Oh, sure he liked them, but what he loved, were Winter Apples.
His friend, S, led Fuzzy out to the yard. They came across an apple tree. Not just any apple tree, but a crabapple tree.
"Do you want to try a . . .
I'm no longer silent about bipolar disorder
I've blogged about depression, but something always held me back about bipolar disorder. Well, here it goes ...
In my early twenties, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
I went through bouts of mania where, in no particular order, I trashed my townhouse, ran up large debts, got kicked out of bars, had run-ins with police, . . .
We rang in the new year at the home of Oma and Opa, who are parents of a family friend. Their Dutch hospitality was affectionate, amazing, genuine. Thank you, Oma and Opa! The kids, my wife and I enjoyed every minute.
New Year's at Oma and Opa's
Silver mirrored sun
over familial hearth
reflects a memory;
. . .