Finding the Right Gift

Finding the Right Gift

As the clock ticked closer and closer to Mother’s Day, it made me nervous that the girls had still not come up with what gift to get their Mom.  We had discussed plans for the weekend, a mechanism for how we’d be delivering said plans and had even decided...
Little Women at The Grand Theatre

Little Women at The Grand Theatre

I’ll admit, Little Women isn’t a story I’ve spent much time with. I’ve neither read the book nor seen either film adaptation, despite it sitting patiently on our shelf as a ‘someday’ read.  Still, that didn’t take away from the excitement of...
Expectations

Expectations

As my wonderful wife made her way out the door Friday night for a rare and fun night out on the town, I saw it as an equal opportunity – or perhaps excuse – for me to stay up late watching movies.  As one who is typically sound asleep no later than 10:00,...
Painting Memories

Painting Memories

Memories are precious things.  Moments captured often without purpose that can be triggered by the most unassuming of events – a song on the radio, a smell from the kitchen, a word not often spoken.  We don’t recognize we’re creating memories when...
It’s oh so quiet.

It’s oh so quiet.

It is sneaking up on 8:00, my dog is at my feet, my daughter is nestled up next to me reading her book, the fireplace is painting the room a wonderfully warm glow, and there’s the faintest of snowfalls decorating the world outside.  That’s it....
I can’t quite put my finger on it…

I can’t quite put my finger on it…

The patellar tendon.  The medial collateral ligament.  The A2 pulley.  Flexor tendons.  All words and all parts of the body that I didn’t know until I needed to.  Among so many others, these words coincide with the various injuries I’ve managed to sustain...
Monday, Tuesday,  Weekday, Workday

Monday, Tuesday, Weekday, Workday

MondayTuesdayWeekdayWorkdayThursdayFridayNow it’s my dayA day when I will not go farI may not even start my car Say! Perhaps I’ll even play guitar! Yes. Days press on, yet time is few. Not much of it is ours to choose. Some days are strong And some go...
Stuff

Stuff

As per the usual Saturday morning tradition, I grabbed an extra 30 minutes or so of slumber, meandered my way down stairs, poured a cup of coffee, sat on the couch and opened my computer to begin my weekend ritual.  I get the brain juices flowing with the the Wordle...
Feeling Like a Number One

Feeling Like a Number One

There are few bands and songs that can trigger childhood memories quite the same way that ABBA does. It’s not that they were playing on repeat or that I consider them to be the best band to walk this earth, but there are moments engrained in my memory of my...
Feeling Blue

Feeling Blue

While I enjoy the sport, I would hardly call myself an avid skier.  As much as I enjoy taking advantage of the season and all the Winter has to offer, I’m no more enthusiastic to strap on shin-bruising boots and seven-layers of clothing, than I am to shelling...