Jedi Heart Trick

My daughter is an empath of the highest order, Jedi-level capabilities.

When it comes to emotions, she’s as absorbent as a sponge, silently sitting there soaking up the mood molecules around her.

There is a disturbance in The Force, father.

She knows when the conversation is h… Read more...

Teenagers (Eye Roll)

Girl close face peeping with one eye

There’s that trope that teens rebel.

As if, they do it for no reason, like they actually want to make both of us miserable.

It’s not like that.

They’re the new ones.

We, as the adults, are slowing down, partially because we want to and partially because we have to.… Read more...

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...

Support & Timing

time-lapse photography of blue sea

When someone you love is struggling, it’s easy to make the mistake of sending too much help too quickly.

Your commotion, though with good intention, is likely causing more waves and people don’t need more waves when they’re drowning.

They need your steady, reliabl… 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...