September 8, 2021
Dear Dad, It’s been one year since you breathed your last on this earth, since you closed your eyes on confusion and pain and opened them anew in glory. It’s been one year since we ended that awful season of losing you, and began the bittersweet season of missing you. What a long and fast […]
August 27, 2021
Day 1 – Joy We gathered on a Wednesday in a warehouse somewhere in or near St. George, Utah, a fleet of Can-Am UTV’s waiting for us. It may seem odd that I don’t know with certainty where we started, but when you go on a trip with the Wilderness Collective, not knowing any details […]
April 16, 2021
But I have to literally draw the line, literally lay down the law, literally fly off the handle at the literal miseuse (and overuse) of the word “literally,” because otherwise my brain is literally going to explode.
March 6, 2021
Our son Kiefer didn’t learn not to put diesel fuel in a car that takes unleaded gas, and I don’t tell this story to embarrass him, I tell it to embarrass Todd and myself, because what in the world.
February 12, 2021
In case you’ve never tried melting Jolly Ranchers in a Pyrex measuring cup over a low flame for the purpose of an elaborate popsicle-making experiment, let me save you the trouble — it doesn’t end well.
January 2, 2021
Due to the haphazard nature of my reading this year, I’m writing a haphazard End Of Year Book Review as well. It’s gonna be short. It won’t include everything I read. And, much like 2020 itself, it might leave you thinking Really? Is that it? by the time it’s done.
September 26, 2020
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.”
August 21, 2020
Aggressive brain cancer is no walk in the park. Well, it’s currently 114 degrees here in Arizona, which means even a walk in the park isn’t exactly a walk in the park, so to speak…Never mind. Aggressive brain cancer is the worst.
August 4, 2020
I wrote this (but hadn’t posted it yet) just a couple days before everything started with my dad, and then I forgot all about it. But this morning Todd took Kiefer to a third-party facility to *finally!* get his driver’s permit, so it seems like the right time. No sweet stories of pain and hope here, just a tale of website woe.
July 30, 2020
The other night my mom put on the Bee Gees and sang along while she cleaned up dinner in the kitchen. My dad sat nearby in his wheelchair. He was a little low and a little sleepy, but he watched my mom, and I watched him watching her, and it was so tender I had […]