This picture is not dated, but based on my father's glasses, it was taken before I was born. He's third from left, my dad, and four of the other fellows are my first cousins. (There are two I don't recognize, which doesn't necessarily mean they aren't related to me, too.) It would have been early morning, when… Continue reading The Crew
Hello friends. Did you have a rough week? A rough morning? Are you questioning your basic competence? Feeling bad about your children's future therapy bills? I'm here for you. These just went up on the mantel this afternoon. Nice, right? It's a lovely shot, really. There's a funny painted rock, but you could make a… Continue reading Portraits in Neglect
Well, there are just so many places to go with this, aren't there? Yes, I was once upon a time on a track team. One season, in the seventh grade. I was trying to find the thing I was good at. (Spoiler: It wasn't track.) Is it possible I used to be an even pastier hue that I currently… Continue reading That Time I Ran Track
As I herded the children outside to catch the bus this morning I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, a chalk drawing on the cement. "Oh, wonderful!" I thought to myself as I went back to look at it. That hits all the right notes. They were outside! They weren't in front of… Continue reading Sidewalk Art
Our friends Matt and Katie have a new baby. I was sitting here looking at his picture and blissing out on his cheeks - Is there anything better than fresh baby cheeks? - and I got to thinking about the last time they had a new baby. It was in the spring of 2014 and I remember this because right… Continue reading Holding the Baby
Levi's homework involved reading a story about Rosie and her dad going fishing and then answering a series of questions. The last question was open-ended. A worthy lesson, I think, if not exactly what the author intended.