Munky MindI can’t expect peace to find me, I have to look for it. I can’t expect inspiration to tackle me, I have to tackle it. I can’t sense what is beautiful about the world if I don’t use what senses I have to notice it. I can’t expect the best from others, because we aren’t…
You know, I got up this morning with a plan to write a post about something. Nothing specific, I just figured I was due to write a post, which meant coming up with a topic of something I WANTED to write about. Nothing comes to mind. I’d rather work on my fiction, which means working…
Grief catches me in the back of the throat. That’s where the pain resides. I don’t know why this was, but that’s what I felt, trying to hold myself together while my grandfather lay in bed dying in his apartment in Seaside, California. I arrived two days ago, after getting the word the day before…
When I was a kid, fences seemed unimportant. Boundaries never really crossed my mind. I reveled in the freedom to explore not just my own neighborhood, but all the neighborhoods in walking or biking distance. When I was 5 years old, growing up in Columbia, Maryland, the sidewalks were a bit like the road in…
I would be ashamed of my kids if they ended up being one of those guys that didn’t lift the toilet seat in public bathrooms. You know who I am talking about, the ones who somehow just don’t care or think it’s funny. Or something. I don’t know what it is. I don’t understand it.…
Today in explaining the value of learning American Sign Language to hearing family members of deaf individuals, I used this imagery to give them a sense of what it means, to a deaf family member, when they make the effort: Imagine you see your family, not too far away from where you stand. There they…
It’s 3:26 in the afternoon as I start this post and I have every intention of making it a pretty unedited thingamabob, with the exception of typos and horrendous grammar that could conceivably slip in. I’m tired. I had intended to spend a longer period of time crafting out a polished piece, perhaps for Dads…
In the last year, we’ve gotten used to being a family of 5. I’m not sure I’ve written anything at all about this, and I’m not really in the mood to delve into past posts to check what I’ve already shared. There is a story that is really long that I’ll save for another day,…
Recently, I celebrated my 40th birthday. I hesitated to type “celebrated” there just for a moment, because there’s still this part of me that wants to be young again. But I went ahead and typed the word, because it was a good birthday and when the day arrived, it really did feel like a celebration.…
