The other day, my daughter Blue and I were talking about a possible obstacle when I shrugged and said, “It’s whatever at this point. I’m not worried about it. We’ve been through worse. We’re pretty sturdy.” She smiled, genuine and proud. “We are quite sturdy as a family. I love our family, actually.” (Melt me.)…
Saturday morning, I woke up and walked straight up to this photo and spoke to it. “Did you see that game, Uncle Issac? Did you see that game?!” I was giddy and beaming over Game 1 of the World Series. It was pure magic from the baseball gods and so I made a beeline to…
The National saves me again and again. I owe so much to music. There is so much music that I simply cannot live without. But this band’s music will always have such a distinctive, genuinely moving place in my heart. I told someone my body’s frequency measures The National and they proved it again. Crying…
From Henry Scott-Holland’s sermon/poem DEATH IS NOTHING AT ALL Find it and read the entire thing. It’s so beautiful. This small quote is on a page in my new read titled SIGNS: The Secret Language of the Universe by Laura Lynne Jackson –Yesterday morning I woke up at 4 a.m. to write 4,000 words down on…
“He was not happy. He was not happy. He said the words to himself. He recognized this as the true state of affairs. He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask…
Like most 10-year-olds, my daughter is obsessed with the idea of being a YouTuber. Making slime in front of a camera is all the rage it seems. While I’ve never been thrilled with this idea, she recently inspired a different kind of personal project. During a trip to the store, she could not stop talking about a…