Fiddler’s

Old School Arcade Games

I wouldn’t say I grew up in a bar…

But there were a few formative years where I spent a lot of time in one.

Fiddler’s Green: a dive bar with an attached restaurant on Center street.

My dad’s best friend was the bartender, so he always sat at the bar and order… Read more...

Much Ado in the Hotel Lobby

Empty dining tables and chairs

My mom is starting to lose her memory.

Sometimes there are sweet moments, like how she reveres a sunset from her balcony while we drink Budweiser tall-boys.

And then there are the hard moments, like when I watch her forget where she is while walking down the street, when she messe… Read more...

Waterslides

multicolored slide at daytime

Since roller coasters aren’t an option anymore due to my proclivity for dizziness (sob), I went to the water park with my daughter, instead.

We hit the Big Kahuna, The Typhoon Lagoon, and the wave pool.

But it was 70 degrees, not nearly warm enough for a water park. Even a la… Read more...

Too Emotional

On the way to camp this morning, we passed Hazel’s elementary school and she started sobbing. I asked her what was wrong, though I already knew.

“I miss Miss Zimmerman,” she said from the back seat. And then she cried real hard, as if the words out loud were tell… Read more...

Hidden Moments

Photography of city

If I hadn’t stopped scrolling, I wouldn’t have started petting Ziggy.

If I hadn’t pet Ziggy, he never would have put his head in my lap and looked at me with those eyes to take him for a walk.

If I hadn’t gone for a walk, I would not have run into the Italia… Read more...

The Troll Game

Attentive boy sitting on bed and playing card game at home

I agreed to play 30 consecutive games of Castle Mania with Hazel, or “The Troll Game” as we call it. (She had advocated for 50 games but I talked her down.)

Castle Mania is a simple but surprisingly suspenseful card game where you team up with each other to prevent a p… Read more...

Roller Coasters with Evaline

It’s one of our favorite things to do: blow off the day and go to Six Flags.

For me, it’s a way to remember I’m alive, that I’m in control of my destiny, and that I value fun, awakedness, and spontaneity more than the other stuff.

For her… well, I̵… Read more...

My First Poem

silhouette of child sitting behind tree during sunset

I’ve been going through old papers. My mom saved everything, especially the art stuff: Half finished pictures, 3 words on an otherwise blank page, an excessively pasty attempt at a pop-up book…

I found a gem.

Apparently, when I was in second grade I wrote my first poem.… Read more...