running out of time

monarchs © 2012 Brooke Stevens My kids love without conditions. They care about people and animals. Water, dirt and sand, rocks and trees. They care about many things. They have not yet been spoiled by their surroundings. They want to help others. Pick up trash. Recycle. Give. Not only to those less fortunate but to everyone. … More running out of time

Kids, look up.

8/18/18—For my kids. You gotta look up. Look forward. At the sky. If you stare too much at the ground beneath your feet, you miss out. On smiling strangers. Monarchs bouncing through the air. Clouds that look like animals. Maybe something from last night’s dream.  It’s easy to miss out on opportunity, to put your … More Kids, look up.

scared in the dark

“Follow me into the dark,” she said.  We were upstairs in the hallway. It was 3 a.m. We couldn’t sleep. She was clutching Lamby to her chest and holding my hand.  “You’re seven years old,” I said. “What do you know about the dark?” She stopped. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could hear … More scared in the dark

a little lift

I remember being six and standing in the cheese line at the fairgrounds with my Mom and brothers. It was a beautiful, bright day. There was so much light around. I remember the light so well. All of us were wearing hand-me-downs or Salvation Army specials. There was more than cheese, of course—“provisions” is what … More a little lift

Eight Years

You will make many mistakes. Some of them inexplicable even though you are a grown man with a career, car payments, a mortgage or three, and husband and daddy duties. You’ll say mean things to your kids. Kick the cat out of the way. Raise your voice to your wife. You’ll wake up drunk in … More Eight Years