Two years ago at this time in mid-September, I attended funeral services for a young man named Josh who was the oldest son of family friends and the older brother of a good friend of my youngest son. Josh was 31 and had struggled for a long time with addiction and depression. I don’t know […]
Today as I’ve done hundreds, probably thousands of times, I washed blood down the drain. But today it was not my own blood that swirled and disappeared. Today it was the blood of my oldest son which stained a gray cotton vest I’ve never seen before. A vest just like the red one his younger […]
Now I have a date, an actual day that my daughter’s childhood will end. She will move into the University of Portland dorms on August 16th, assuming all goes as planned. Today I was alone, changing the sheets on Bella’s bed, and without warning tears filled my eyes. How many times have I performed this […]
“I believe in aristocracy, though — if that is the right word, and if a democrat may use it. Not an aristocracy of power, based upon rank and influence, but an aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky. Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the […]
Today my 13-year-old son and I were at the grocery store, and he bumped into one of his friends whom he hadn’t seen for a while. His friend apparently said to him “Oh yeah, the last time I saw you was when your parents attacked me.” I remember it clearly. We were having dinner and […]
A week ago, after his second football game of the season, my thirteen-year-old son climbed into the back seat of his grandparents’ car and sat down next to me. My parents came from out-of-town to watch him play, and he played his heart out for nearly every minute of the game. Fifteen minutes or so […]
Dear Lovely Death Dear lovely death That taketh all things under wing- Never to kill- Only to change Into some other thing This suffering flesh, To make it either more or less, Yet not again the same- Dear lovely death, Change is thy other name -Langston Hughes, 1931 Last Saturday I attended the memorial service […]
*NOTE: This post is part of an ongoing impressionistic memoir of sorts which I will compile in this blog. I intend to create this memoir one post at a time with pieces of writing from my past which I have recently found in old boxes while attempting to clean up and organize my belongings. I […]
*NOTE: This post is part of an ongoing impressionistic memoir of sorts which I will compile in this blog. I intend to create this memoir one post at a time with pieces of writing from my past which I have recently found in old boxes while attempting to clean up and organize my belongings. I […]
*NOTE: This post is part of an ongoing impressionistic memoir of sorts which I will compile in this blog. I intend to create this memoir one post at a time with pieces of writing from my past which I have recently found in old boxes while attempting to clean up and organize my belongings. I […]
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