My wife tells me that I should include more stories from my personal journey in my writing. I admit, it’s a little tricky for me. First, there’s the always-terrifying vulnerability required. Second, my training in philosophy gets in the way. In academia, references to one’s biography as evidence for a broader point is largely frowned…
Other than my mother and God above, basketball has been THE most constant presence in my thirty-ought years of life… and even me and the good Lord have danced pretty far away across the cosmic ball room from each other, from time to time–but not basketball. I love the game. When I was 10 years…
The sheer mortality of it all! HOW? How, I ask you, is it possible that I, the very man who seemingly just weeks ago scaled spider-man style down the eight stories of his college dormitory with nothing but handrails and a headlamp (for fun, I might add!) could be standing here with a kindergartner. It…
In the blog game (and I want you to know how much I hate myself for ever having penned the phrase, “the blog game”) you ride a line when it comes to sharing personal stories about your kiddos. At best, it’s a confessional exercise that allows other human souls a window into another real life,…
Earlier today I let one of my kids get hurt. Not negligently–I was sitting right next to Boston on the couch when the big kids came up to offer the “amazing breakfast” of wooden bread and felted vegetables they had prepared for me. As I turned my attention to celebrate this culinary coup de gras,…
It’s 4:30 am. I’m up doing dishes and listening to Survivor through my headphones. No, not the Destiny’s Child hit single- the 80’s power ballad machine most well-known for their work on the “Rocky” soundtrack, of course. Why, you ask? I have an indelible soft spot for underdogs. .. Oh, you mean about being up…