Ella was in my arms. Her mom mostly out of sight. We’d sat through the long ceremony where Ella bounced from lap to lap before finally landing securely with me to stay. We both found ourselves outside the auditorium, surrounded by a crowd of loud new high school grads. We both had grown weary. Ella was [...]
There’s something called post traumatic GROWTH (PTG). It’s when a person doesn’t shrink down like a raisin due to the perceived stress of a traumatic event. Rather, it’s when they grow the most.
all bat shit crazy wants is for everything to change. Because it’s inevitable that when everything changes, everything changes again for the better.
Forgiveness is letting go of the idea that the past could be any different. Everything really does happen for a reason. Despite the cliche of saying so. As painful as some situations are at the time that you’re experiencing them; as confusing, unhappy, un-delightful as it all may feel, I believe that we’re all in [...]
I don’t want you to know my ego. I don’t want to talk of my accomplishments. I want you to know when I was at my absolute worst.
In his front pocket he collected all the big things he always took for granted and in his back pocket he collected all the little things he made a big deal out of.
Listen to Kaitlin Rose’s music here.
On one hand you have a feelings argument. On the other you have a content specific argument. They’re different. Usually the feelings overwhelm the content. Who cares about the schedule for cleaning the toilet, focus on why one of you is getting so angry about it.
Everything in my life right now can be boiled down to meaning, money and love. I’m aiming for the trifecta where all three overlap
The beauty of everything is all life is broken or healing in a broken place, and waiting for us to tinker with it or nurture it or fix it. I love that everything is broken. And you should too.
Here are several short responses, analogies and metaphors that respond to the question, “When does a boy become a man?” What’s your response? Feel free to email it to me: email@example.com
It was one of those moments I felt like my dad, and cringed (with a smile)
I’m not so serious a dude, but you might not know it by reading this blog. Here’s something lighter.
I have a new favorite song. It’s written and performed by the one and only Kaitlin Rose. Titled “Brave.” Listen here.
When we face challenges & obstacles with an attitude of “I can’t wait to see what benefits will come of this” we teach our children a valuable lesson.
Don’t ever forego the popular restaurant for the dive bar that’s under the radar just because you’re afraid to be seen with the person you want to be with.
Sharing our story is about sharing our experiences, the experience of others and the juxtaposition between the life we planned to live and the one we’re learning to live with.
Sharing story is our interpretive way of sharing our memory, and the collected bits of knowledge & wisdom from that memory. At the heart of it is our desire to be social communicators.
Ella Rose, you are 4 today. Here are some thoughts about your life and my life at this moment now.
I believe that before I can communicate what’s happening inside of me during this season of permanent and lasting change, my cognitive senses need time to chemically recalibrate. That doesn’t happen until the fever has passed! Right now, I’m mentally, physically and emotionally consolidating these changes.
He crawls up onto her body, reaches her tummy and looks into her eyes, says, “Mamma.” Then he feels her chest with his nose and pulls her shirt down. Her breast exposed, he leans in to latch onto her nipple. Then he starts nursing.
I won’t judge you. Please don’t judge me.
Embrace the mess, but keep the dishes clean; keep the lawn mowed, make the sure the clothes on your back are clean and your face is shaved.
It’s a perfectly rolled cigarette mixture of marijuana, tobacco and an herbal mixture that I’ve said a prayer for during the moments when I was mixing it. Often times it’s best with coffee. Or mint tea.
When my son was born on May 20th, 2005, I gave him “Thomas” for his middle name. Because Thomas Walker is my real dad, and I wanted to tell my son the truth about why he got that name.
Today when I hear myself say the word “Transition” out loud it sounds like a profound euphemism!