Streetlight Serenade

The streetlights watch over the drive from my house to the city, sometimes with their warm yellow glow, sometimes bathed in a pure bright white. Regardless of their tone, their texture, their message is same: when first one, then another, then another – at random intervals – snuff out before dawn dusts the east fade…

How This Works

I should have painted the house today.  I thought about it.  And got sidetracked:  I worked, we worked on our puzzle, and then Cam convinced me to help her work on the go-kart. The carburetor needs replacing.  She has most of the bolts out already, so instead of picking up a paint brush, I pick…

Raised a reader

It started as a tug at my heart on the way home, one wishing for more time with my mom.  That was answered by a gentle nudge as I remembered the question at #CCIRA18 about the experience that turned me into a reader. That was echoed in a friend’s “A reader is who I am” blog…

’til then

Hey Daddy, I was wondering when I’d hear from you. I’m not surprised you found your way through. I thought if I lived like you’d never go, You’d always be here and I’d never know what it feels like to wish you’d be there in my dreams and to fill in the space between breaths…

Until then

Hello there. I was wondering when I’d hear from you. I’m not surprised you found someone who simply lets you be. We knew it wasn’t me. We used to spend every day together, we’d ride home together and fall asleep together. Everywhere I found space to myself, there you were. And then one day, I…

All the Way Possible

Since yesterday’s post, I have finished a book, run to the hardware store, painted a wall, made a few phone calls, played in the backyard, shared the plot lines of my work in progress, all the while thinking about the possibilities that abound in this space. In this space, my desk is clean and everything…