There's a story in every life and a life in every story
Long ago, I made one of my many bad choices.
I went outside to play, and saw a five-gallon bucket.
There was water in it and a bee on it.
I’d been told bees don’t usually bother you if you don’t bother them, which has since proven to be mostly true, but I was a young boy and it proved impossible not to test such a theory.
Mason,
When you were born Feb. 20, I was elated. A lot of things ran through my mind at once when I thought about you, mostly pride and a plan to travel the length of the country twice in a weekend to see you.
My pride has only deepened in the six days you’ve been here, especially since I heard you’ve already peed on your mama.
My plan didn’t happen, but there’s another one in the works and we’ve been officially introduced on FaceTime.
Since I wrote to your sisters shortly after they were born, I thought I’d try to write down some things you might need to know about life.
Last night I listened to the rain for a while before I realized I had nothing substantial to put in this post and my mind drifted to muses.
Mythological muses were known for inspiration.
It turns out muses are no different in the real world.
Time is a funny thing.
Sometimes it goes slow. Sometimes it goes by in a blink.
We think we have all of the time in the world, but we are guaranteed only this moment.
I’ve been jarred by the reality of how brief life really is on more than one occasion.
One such reminder came while I took notes on a high school basketball game.
I haven’t looked at life the same way since.
I spent last week with two girls. Continue reading “Sugar and spice”
Daddy and I were on the road to somewhere the other day.
We were listening to an oldies station when I made a remark about how, on the whole, today’s music doesn’t hold a candle to the songs on the radio when Daddy was younger.
I believe a day spent listening to Delilah on a recent trip to the beach led to his defense of modern music.
“It ain’t all bad,” Daddy said. “Every song wasn’t good back then, either. You’re just listening to the All Stars.”
I didn’t think about the exchange again until yesterday, and the thought had nothing to do with music. Continue reading “About All Stars”
I have listened a lot in the last few days.
I have listened to a lot of opinions on a lot of different things since the tragedy in Charlottesville, Virginia.
I have opinions on a lot of things, most of which I will keep to myself because they aren’t important.
I will address some things, however, and I will start with a story. Continue reading “About Charlottesville”
It has been brought to my attention a few people have asked about what I have been up to since I quit my job.
I appreciate those who have asked, and I don’t want them to wonder so here is the latest answer to their question. Continue reading “About answers”
I planned to discuss Mount Rushmore in this column.
Instead, I wrote about stairs, persistence and two people I met in an old graveyard.
I realize those sentences don’t make sense so here’s a little backstory. Continue reading “About stairs”
I have recently learned something new.
It is a peculiar thing to quit a job.
Since my last day at the newspaper, a few things have happened.
One has been a little more difficult to figure out how to respond to than others. Continue reading “About the end of an era”
