Tell me your life story in 4 minutes. This is a question I have been asking my friends and family. Their first reaction is stunned silence, a…… Read more “Tell me your life story in 4 minutes”
I have received many Christmas gifts, but can only remember a few. Likewise, my wife remembers the magic of Christmas, but not so much specific presents received.…… Read more “An Unwrapped Christmas”
I remember watching my Dad fold a road map on vacation while driving the highway. It is a lost art and the original texting while driving. Those…… Read more “The Unfolding Highway…part 1”
My mom, Charlotte Taylor, recently attended a York University retreat and was challenged to write and she did, writing a story called, Country Driving. Mom instilled in…… Read more “Country Driving”
What is astounding is not that I remember any of that, but that Mary Brock remembers. Would Mrs. Brock be surprised that the kid who was good at math is now an amateur poet?
Or did she already know, because that is what teachers do, help us become who we are?
It’s the reason why teachers are so underpaid and yet so beloved.
I was holding Jude when I realized why I steal babies. We were at Jace and Carly Davis’ wedding and Jude looked like he wanted me to…… Read more “Stolen Babies and Shallow Advice”
Yogi Berra was describing his own version of Einstein’s Relativity theory when he remarked, “The future ain’t what it used to be.” I thought of the future…… Read more “My New Tattoo in Old English”
I’m a lousy Dad. At least it feels that way sometimes, the feeling you get that you didn’t say enough or share enough or that you put…… Read more “Reading to my Children”
Once in my youth, I felt heaven unreachable, sterile, a place of thou shalt not have fun, and my fervor was not equal to the pill-box hatted…… Read more “The Heavens Dark Matter and the Andy Warhol Swing”
Karen and I have twenty-three children ranging in age from fourteen to thirty-three. We aren’t on the hook for college education on all of our children since…… Read more “Telling Our Stories with Both Hands”