WRITING

I believe one of the hardest realities for me to grasp is this one: To live fully within the moment that I occupy. To me, that last sentence sounds a bit like a weak attempt at eloquence.  It is not.  I can’t seem to put a good one-liner to it; maybe I need to inquire of  some southern pastor who bellows better.  They seem to come up with zingers for a living.  Since I cannot seem to encapsulate it, I’ll explain it. Over these last two years (read “since we adopted Lena & all sense of rhythm and balance hit…

For some reason, she had been having a hard time as of late.  Though typically slotted as  most apt to obey under our wild roof, she had recently shed the title like a snakeskin and slithered straightway toward monikers such as Eve or Miss Demeanor instead.  Ginny and I spent several conversations backtracking to sift through what we had done or what had changed and had she been getting enough protein?  Enough sleep?  Sufficient attention?  Maybe some other student at her school had said something evil and if so it was probably a boy and I bet you I know…

I am writing over at Mark Merrill’s blog today.  Mark started and runs Family First– an organization, that among other things, encourages moms and dads.  Now that sounds like a good idea.   I was always aiming for self-sufficiency. When I found out I was going to be a father, I felt an unseen magnetic pull that certainly bolstered this already alluring concept.  The billboard father that I placed on a pedestal and unconsciously sought to become had it all under control while simultaneously seeming to exert very little effort.  Some sort of Marlboro Man prototype (albeit, one that had…