Poem’s audio below…honey, I even got a little throat clearing in for you at the end.;-) I don’t post as much as some people do. That’s for good reason. There are too many dummies doing so already. People posting too much shit that is selfish, mean, hurtful, and downright stupid. For instance, I am happy … More Happy Birthday, S.B. via Facebook
As I write this, my daughter appears. She’s made me a drawing.
To dad fum Oogie, it says.
There is a sun at the bottom of the page and a sun at the top. There is a flower growing out of the sky and a flower growing out of the ground. In the middle of the page is a giant, smiling frog. … More a girl draws a picture
When I was a kid, just seven or eight, and it was bitter cold like this—the wind killing our cheeks, icing our eyes, and easing through even the most solid surfaces of our double wide—I woke every morning to the sound of Dad crumpling and rolling newspapers to light a fire two hours before the … More actions speak louder than words
I want to write about the bitter cold and how pretty the snow looks over everything. I want to write about the twenty-three brown apples hanging from the tree in our backyard and how my five-year-old daughter noticed them. “There are more apples that won’t let go than there were last year,” she said to … More sometimes things need to be just so before you move on
My son is eight, but looking like he’s twelve. He’s grown four inches since April. He is lean and strong and already getting too old for things like piñatas at holiday parties. Last night, my wife and I watched as he lined up with the other kids—there must have been ten of them—and he took … More his boy takes a perfect swing at a piñata
It’s hard to give up when you think of someone else. It’s not as easy to pity yourself when you consider your kids and parents, your siblings and strangers. All too often we exaggerate the severity of our aches and pains, misfortune and loss because we’re focused on our own desires—our so-called needs and wants. … More one arm, a dead cat, cancer
To Goodwill tonight For a kid’s Christmas sweater and just to get out of the house And be together and breathe a little better In a big space filled with clothes and books, Toys, lamps, skis, pots and pans, And furniture. Everything so beautifully worn, Full of life, Imperfect. And calling to me. S.B. and … More wonder and worry and making ends meet