My old friend.
My memory says we first met on a warm summer day when I was about four years old. We were … Continue reading My old friend.
…just one more breath.
we choose.
It’s early Sunday morning. The sun is bright. The wind is brisk. It’s a sweater day — even if you’re … Continue reading we choose.
the airplane… in my basement.
Very early in our marriage, Donna learned something important — I’m not a plumber. It could have been the first … Continue reading the airplane… in my basement.
Living a life, between…
For months, I’ve been preoccupied with an odd, sad emotion. It seems everywhere I turn, people judge others. Winners or … Continue reading Living a life, between…
“I’m here. Please meet me where I am.”
My son asked me to help with the Orting Valley Fire & Rescue annual food drive. The instructions were simple … Continue reading “I’m here. Please meet me where I am.”
25 years from now.
I sit alone. I wonder if my family will visit me soon… or not. Twilight is here… on another day, … Continue reading 25 years from now.
24 hours in late November.
This morning I walked to my office. I wish I remembered a jacket. The wind and rain chilled me to … Continue reading 24 hours in late November.
I was born for this!
Ever have that feeling? Something just feels natural. You can’t remember a time where it was hard for you? Here … Continue reading I was born for this!
the rewards of being less-than-perfect…
Walking to the train, I found myself replaying an exchange from yesterday. Not just once, but on a continuous loop. I kept … Continue reading the rewards of being less-than-perfect…
