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.
Category: discovering “me”
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.
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…
counting drips…
When Brennan was 8-years old we heard him giggling in the back seat of our car riding to a soccer … Continue reading counting drips…
“a” is for…
Nope!… not apple. Let me explain. Step 1. First, think about something you accomplished recently… something that took effort and … Continue reading “a” is for…
shuffling like grandpa.
A small man. Just over 5 feet tall, 120 pounds with suitcase in hand. Quiet. Better said, nearly silent. I … Continue reading shuffling like grandpa.
a box on the beach.
The journey is about becoming our best, whole self. Becoming implies action… moving… changing. And this takes courage… and usually, … Continue reading a box on the beach.
