“What’s that smell?” said my 13 year-old son walking into the bathroom, confirming my suspicion about why all three of my teenage children have been treating me different for the past few weeks.
I had thought it might be the gray in my beard, but I’ve had gray creep for a couple years now. And the balding? Couldn’t be. I haven’t had hair longer than a quarter inch since 2008, and besides, bald is beautiful.
“What’s that smell?” he said. Yes, we were in the bathroom, but no, it wasn’t that. My left foot was hiked up on the countertop while I brushed the clear liquid onto my big toe. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, a son catching his Dad polishing his toenails or that I’m flexible at 40, but what came next changed everything. Continue reading “Tragically Hip”
I was working in Kentucky recently and asked a green-thumbed colleague for advice about young aspen trees I had planted this past spring, how a few of them have flourished, yielding dozens of the somewhat heart-shaped leaves, yet others have struggled to grow any at all. Two trees in particular struggled early on but came around mid-summer with new limbs and strong trunks, while another pair, despite everything I had tried to make their deciduous lifestyles bearable, became prone to fungus and insect infestations. Continue reading “Simply Thursday – A Gardening Tip for Raising Children”
I rummaged through stacks of DVD movies, still boxed away a year after moving into our home. My youngest son wanted to watch Avatar. I had initially requested the recent Netflix arrival of The Artist (to which you can imagine a 12 year-old boy’s disinterested response). A part of me wanted to watch neither, so I continued my search for something we hadn’t experienced in a while. Continue reading “Don’t Skip the Credits”
My life is fleeting before me, but I pause this morning to capture the beauty and grace before my very … Continue reading Missing the Pointe
“Pool Closed.” My wife and I and our three children huddled around the sign with wide mouths and a beach … Continue reading Pool Closed
I’m no stranger to tools. My father is a retired electrician, and so was my grandfather. Somewhere there’s a photo of a five-year-old boy, standing in a living room on brown shag carpet, with his daddy’s toolbelt hanging lopsided around his bony waist. The photo is likely stashed at the bottom of a box in an attic, but the image is fresh in my mind.
I’m a fixer. That doesn’t mean I know how to fix everything, but it does mean I’ll try. Continue reading “The Tool That Cannot Fix”
That’s the way it came out.
The school library was packed with sweating parents seated amidst three-foot-tall bookshelves and wall-tacked posters lauding “Reading is fun!”
“V…I…S…I…B…I…L…T…Y,” he said, each letter spelled with confidence into the microphone. Continue reading ““Visibilty””