I sometimes dream about flying. I guess a lot of people do. I have heard that it is a common type of dream. It might be a different situation in my Continue Reading
Holding the Christ Child in a Season of Grief
Karin, Asher, and I attended the Christmas Vigil Mass at St. Rita’s yesterday evening. Asher went with some reluctance. We had to threaten him with Continue Reading
Christmas Assumptions
It happened almost twenty years ago. It was on a day like today: cold outside and just prior to Christmas. I haven't thought about the incident for Continue Reading
Spiral of Small Flames
The third floor of the Waldorf school building is a small auditorium. There is a stage on the east end of the hall, and the floor is a wide expanse of Continue Reading
What it Takes to Bridge the Civ-Mil Divide
Last night, our friend, Rob, hosted a Christmas party at his home. We've known him for at least twenty years, and he has a get together every holiday Continue Reading
Thanksgiving at the Edge of Loneliness
"All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?" — from "Eleanor Rigby" by the Beatles Three of us Continue Reading
When Pride Met the Clippers
I got a haircut today. In a way, getting a trim is kind of pointless for me. There isn’t much hair left to cut. However, the little bit of hair still Continue Reading
What the Children’s Shelf Knows
I recently finished reading The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store by James McBride. It's a fascinating novel set in a small Pennsylvania town in 1936. Continue Reading
We Choose Our Monsters at the Racine Zoo
It was just after sunset when we got to the Racine Zoo on Friday. There was a Halloween light display that Asher wanted to see. It was getting cold. Continue Reading
After Military Service, the Grief No One Sees
I visited a guy from Dryhootch yesterday. His name is Levi, and he works at Dryhootch, a veterans’ organization headquartered in southeastern Continue Reading
A Morning When Courage Wore Yellow Capes
Karin and I went to Pulaski Park at 9:00 a.m. The sun was shining, and the weather was already warm. We strolled to the tiny greenspace from Brady Continue Reading
Where Flags Are Graffiti and Entropy Wins
Around the Waldorf school on Brady Street, there is always some graffiti scribbled on buildings and signs. In the bathrooms of certain coffee shops, Continue Reading