Life and The Bee Gees

Sometimes a song starts as a chord that a guitar player can’t shake, or a phrase that a songwriter finds profound.

Getting Results

You know, this quarantine has been really good for our family, and I would be perfectly content . . .

I’ve (sorta) got the power!

Brimming with newfound confidence, I decided the time was right to replace a faulty light switch in our basement.

Welcome to the Table

You have a place at the table.

Happy Sunday – Family Game Edition

Monopoly is a nice educational family game.

Registration Envy

I think parents should be able to randomly register for gifts, say, every 5 years or so.

I want the ACTUAL evaluation

I love that my wife loves me enough that she wants me to get the best care, but I hope that is not really how medical treatment works.

A Note About Time

As you can see, I'm not a poet. I just liked these words, together. A NOTE ABOUT TIME It's October. It's December. It's May again? And I'm not sure of the year. Time and time and time. A nickel buys bread, but there is no medicine to stop … Continue reading A Note About Time →

My Grandfather's Chair

This chair belonged to my grandfather.

Things probably got awkward fast

The story of Abraham and Isaac from Genesis 22, where Abraham nearly sacrificed Isaac but was stopped at the last moment, is an powerful story of faith. However. . .

Overreacting Avians

We have a couple of parakeets (I can only assume we thought our house needed a few more funky odors)...

The Human Alarm Clock

Modern alarm clocks and apps usually have a setting which allows them to become progressively louder or more obnoxious as the minutes tick away. I realized this morning that I have become this for my family, as my tone and language escalates . . .

Whatever decks your halls, I guess

Let's talk about "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus". The whole scenario has always seemed a bit…off, to me. I, of course, understand the twist. But, why is he in a Santa suit if the kids are in bed? Does he work as a department store Santa and just got home? Or did we pop … Continue reading Whatever decks your halls, I guess →

Mortification, Phase 2

Three years ago, we took the family to my company's picnic at Huber’s, a family farm about 45 minutes from our home. At the time, I shared my mortification at the fact that we had left Sam's shoes at home. I have photos of him traipsing through the pumpkin patch, barefoot without a care in … Continue reading Mortification, Phase 2 →