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...