Father’s Day Hangover Cure

Congratulations, you have done it! We can officially close the books on Father’s Day 2017! It looks like, once again, you have been crowned the World’s Greatest Dad, and you have the mug or t-shirt to prove it! But what now, what next?  The meat has been cooked, hugs  have been given, and the beer has now been drunk.  Oh, hello reality, hello routine!  You were hiding behind my tall friend, Father’s Day. How do we become the #1 Dad that the card on our table claims us to be?  When life goes back to normal, and the parade has...

Reflecting and Reacting for Father’s Day

Running is my time to think about everything- and, eventually, nothing.  The Zen moment that is reached makes my early mornings stuffing lunch sacks through my late nights up with a sick kid, all worth while. It’s not that I run out of things to think about- its getting to that place where I am thinking solely about the NOW. How do my knees feel? Is that left calf loosing up or is it still tight and messing with my stride? Look, that lime green light seems to bounce off the pool of water next to the trail! I tend...

Space in a Chair

Bodies being carried out of rubble pop up on the TV screen. The sounds of families wailing over the death of a loved one pour into our living room. I look for the remote in order to quickly change the channel to more age appropriate show. A cartoon – hell, even Jessie. Only I can’t find the remote, of course. My kids hungry eyes, thirsty for information, soak up this tragedy that is playing out on the screen. I stop looking for the remote and start staring at the gruesome scene. Those poor people. I stand up and turn the...

Big Girl

I sit watching my daughter struggle to put her shoes on. Why must she always pick the most difficult shoes to put on when we are in a hurry? “I can do it myself, Daddy!” Yes, you can do it yourself, but it will take forever and once forever is finally over, I will be horribly late for my meeting at school.  Just let me put the damn shoes on for you so we can get out of the house! “Take your time, dear, I know you can do it.” I continue to work on deep breathing and reminding myself...

March is way too white

  Are we back to reading books about the weather, zoo animals, and Miss Know-it-all? Have we forgotten about  Friends for Freedom? Great Black Heroes: Women Scientists? Ruby Bridges? If A Bus Can Talk? Harriet Tubman? Bessie Coleman? DIZZY! Dr. King?  Dr. King!   Is it already March? March is way too white.   My chin and neck are wet on account of their hair still being damp from the shower.  It smells like a citrus grove; the shampoo not completely rinsed out since I am always in a rush to get the kids to bed.  Pajamas are on, teeth...

good job, kid.

Taking the sharp scissors out of the drawer, I reminded my kids, once again, that these are- “we know!” they chant in unison. -not for kids.  I cut the thick paper quite easily and began piling up the letters on the table as my kids stare at the sharp, shiny scissors. I pause. “What?” my oldest said.  “What are you waiting for?” I smile. Sometimes I enjoy these tiny moments of control. One by one, I drop the letters of the alphabet off the table and they fluttered down to the floor.  My son, the diligent Kindergartner, begins arranging them...

to the dad…

to the dad who lives in a small town.  not part of a major city, but to him and his family, it is the center of the universe to the dad who leaves early in the morning when its dark and comes home late at night when its seemingly still dark.  Only to give a kiss on a forehead, a tight tuck into bed, and a quiet whisper of,                            good night. to the dad who is tired of being portrayed as a bumbling fool       ...