Fresh Peaches

We stopped and got a box of fresh peaches tonight. We were on a walk home. We didn’t have any cash. I inquired about the price. The guy who sells them is there every day during the summer with his truck and cargo shorts. I’d never spoken to him but he’s been there for...

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I Wonder

It’s easy to come up with something to fill the space. Pass it off as art. Pass it off as meaningful. Pass it off. It’s not easy to dig deep. But what I want is to share something that comes from that deep place. It’s not like I never do. I have before. It’s...

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Know Your Luck

When I still lived at my parents house my dad used to wake up early and watch tv in the living room. I’d wake up and go sit with him. But I was already annoyed. He would turn off he tv and ask me about my life. And I’d get annoyed. He just wanted...

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Comfort

Sometimes you just need to tell your baby you’ll be there for them until they fall asleep. And then they fall asleep. And all is right with the world for that moment. The boys are asleep. Kady and I are relaxing together. It’s been a good night. Sleep well everyone....

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Held back

Sometimes in life we don’t make it to that next step when we want to. We might even be ready for it but for some reason we get held back. Things don’t happen in the timeline that we want. It’s frustrating. It’s annoying. It might even make us mad. But I have found that...

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Madness

Nights four and five have sucked. Sleep training sucks. Kids are insane. This is all insane. I’m too exhausted to write anything clever right now. It feels like there is no end in sight to this madness. The thing that bothers me the most is not knowing why. Why won’t he sleep? So many...

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Effusive Moments

I should always write when I’m feeling effusive. That’s when the poetry comes. When I’m out walking with my son. Or staring into our new babies’ eyes and he smiles. Or when I’m drinking good red wine and missing my mom. Inspiration strikes and what do we do? Feel it for a moment. Maybe...

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