Umbilical Cord

Girl riding bike in the middle of the road during day

When Evaline was a kid, I took her down to Jack London Square where the pavement runs straight for a good half mile. We brought her bike, which she barely wanted to touch, hadn’t touched since we got it.

It was early enough that there weren’t many people out, just us a… Read more...

Levitating for Hazel

I do this trick where I make it look like I’m levitating. I found it in a magic book as a teenager. Took me years to perfect it.

My daughter loves it, tells her friends, begs me to do it.

But I don’t do it that much.

I save it.

And when she’s with one or two of her… Read more...

Saying It Out Loud

Little child offering flowers to his mom

The people that you love, they know you love them.

But for some reason, no matter how well you know them or how long you’ve lived with them, saying those words out loud is like a lightning bolt to the heart.

I’m not talking about the “I love you” at the end … Read more...

Poodles & Passersby

A poodle hopping in the grass

To me, from a car window:

Hey, is that a poodle?

I had just got back from the lake. It was 6pm, dark, I had on my mask and my headphones, listening to a podcast of my favorite French marriage counselor.

Like most people on walks during a pandemic, I was deep into my internal world. … Read more...

The Big Idea

Starry sky

It was our mom’s idea:

to lug the sofa-bed mattress out of the living room, through the kitchen, and out onto the back porch.

The porch was small (before the renovation), so the edges of the mattress curled up against the railing and house, rolling me and my brother to the c… Read more...

The Gender Unicorn

I struggle with the new language of gender.

How can one person be a “They.” It don’t square.

I’m an English major. Grammar is God.

But as I make my glued-together argument to preserve the language of my grandfather…

Half the world’s population is gRead more...

Telling It Like It Is

Truth suffers a daily death in modern day America.  Random card found on a parking lot along Interstate 294, outside Chicago.

Be careful when you hear someone say “I’m just telling it like it is.”

This is a shrouded sentence, a hedge to hind behind.

They’re incorrectly inferring there is a singular truth and that they are the brave one who is willing to utter that truth, even if it… Read more...