I had a dream once where I was no longer needed by my children. In the dream I had three kids and they were all well into their teens. It was like I was looking at an old portrait in a photo album and it had suddenly come to life. I was standing in a […]Read More Picture In A Frame
A three day weekend is a weekend to rejoice. Fit in extra movies to watch, places to hit up, and fun meals to plan. More time for records, playing guitar in the studio, and hanging out with the family. They’re those weekends that really make you appreciate an extra paid day away from the 9 […]Read More Can You Hear Me Now?
More than wealth, success, and a general sense of being important in some capacity, growing up the only thing I ever truly desired was a place to call my own. More important than going out with friends or going to the mall was having a space in this world that I felt safe. A corner […]Read More In My Room
On Monday I turn 46-years old. It’s a rather anti-climactic age. It’s not 40-years old, or 30-years old. It’s certainly not 18, 16, or 13-years old. And you’re still a hell of a ways off from 65 or 80-years old. It’s just a 4 of hearts or 5 of spades in a deck with kings, […]Read More Forty-Six
Over the summer one of my best friends moved from Northeast Indiana to Virginia. He bought a house sight unseen, packed up his Toyota Matrix with his clothes, art supplies, and his two dogs, and in two trips was moved in. He sends me updates on the place; repairs, renovations, building a fence to keep […]Read More Dreams of walks and adventures
Leaving high school in 1992 there was still the feeling that even if you weren’t cut out for four, six, or ten more years of academia you could still find a job. Not just a job, but something that could sustain you. Then maybe even sustain you and your significant other. Eventually, you could even […]Read More The Death of the Working Stiff
When I was 19 I started working at an orthopedic company, in the orthopedic capital of the world. I was fresh off a stint driving a truck for a local paper delivering bundles of weekly issues to route drivers. The driving job felt like the first real “adult” job I’d had. Prior to that I […]Read More Sitting here waiting for the Lord to come…