There was a cool breeze that day one May on the Thirsty Moose patio. Traffic whizzed by every now and then. My wife and kids had gone to the bathroom. I sat at the table with my mother-in-law.
She reminded me how lucky I am to be married to her daughter.
Yes, I am very fortunate. Thank you for raising such a wonderful person.. . .
Posted in: gratitude
Find someone to trust. People will help
IT IS POSSIBLE
It is possible to live a good life.
I know you may not think so right now. I know it's hard to even get out of bed sometimes, let alone hold down a job or raise a family, to even take care of yourself. You might even find it hard to look someone in the eye, . . .
Heroes don't need to fix things. They support their loved ones in their growth and healing
What I hope for you, maybe the greatest thing that a father can hope for his son, is that one day you will become a father yourself. And then you will know how much I truly love you.
– Henry Allen, to his son, Barry, in an episode of The Flash.
WHEN I THINK OF BEING A FATHER and everything that means, I also think of being . . .
We do more things. We have less time
Image: Kolbjørn Skarpnes & Rita Elmkvist Nilsen / NTNU & Kavli Institute for Systems Neuroscience. Shared under Creative Commons license
2020. A new year, a new decade. It sounds so futuristic to me! I remember when I was my older son's age, it was 1985. I was walking to school thinking what the world would . . .
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MAKE (INSERT YOUR CAUSE HERE) GREAT AGAIN
Sometimes i don't really see
the point of life of strife
of berating of complaining
everyone is so outraged
so mean so hateful
so easy to jump on another
point a finger
say things to others
with little regard
in that regard
i find it . . .
Image: Francis Barlow [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
narcissist in nice guy's clothing
To: The narcissist in me
From: Some form of me
Re: The world is not against you
how can you love someone so much it hurts the pain the sadness i sometimes assume i don't wanna take away your pain but i do i know it's not healthy . . .
THIS OLD HOUSE
This old house you lay in your crib
This old house you wore your first bib
This old house you read your first book
This old house you gave me this look
This old house I held you in my arms
This old house I kept you from harm
This old house your bike seat I let go
This old house you rode to and fro
This old house . . .
Posted in: poetry