I’m standing in front of our home, speaking with a friend. His large dog nudges gently against my hand for attention. She’s beautiful and knows it.
I am sitting in a deep-dish pizza shop in downtown Chicago. The smell of the 3-inch-deep pies competes with the excited voices of customers for owning the room.
Teal waters playfully wink at a cloudless sky behind the young man. He’s standing at the rear of a small white fishing boat, and his arms spread like the frigates gliding in ocean breezes above our heads. His dark hair is shaved close on the sides with a dozen long, blonde-tipped woven ends …
My friend and I are talking about marriage, both of us in long-term relationships.
Recently, I found myself down a rabbit hole of 1980s music videos. Most bands featured I remembered as clearly as yesterday, complete with the outrageous fashions the world may rightly never let see the light of day again. And dang, was that ever a fun way to burn a half hour.
Last week, I found myself far from my comfort zone, a place where a lifetime of survival skills were rendered useless.
“You know, while I appreciate your words, people saying they are sending prayers is pretty much a throwaway line these days.”
A stranger is working into my lunches and dinners — rough around the edges, lacking any redeeming sense of taste and abruptly showing up when least expected. I’m done with him.
My mother, when faced with a difficult situation or going through a trying time, would always step back and put things in perspective with a few simple words.
“Sometimes, you just got to let it go and move on,” said the woman.
Getting older continually brings along unexpected challenges.
My wife and I finish each other’s sentences — but not for the reasons you might think.
In a strange turn of events, I am learning to be a father all over again.
Apalachicola, Florida is either in the middle of nowhere or the center of the universe depending on who is doing the talking.
Hindsight is a remarkable thing — a moment of clarity that can only come from a different point of view.
This week, the local Rotary Club held a program honoring and celebrating military service.
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