Last spring, The Atlantic published a series of articles under the headline of “Choosing my Religion.” The articles are diverse in scope, covering the mass exodus of millennials from organized religion, personal struggles under religion’s expectations, and one compelling series where readers responded to the question: “What was your biggest religious choice?” I have read countless articles … Continue reading Following My Father’s Example
Your formerly tiny, balled up hands are different now Flatter, fatter, moveable, still soft on my cheeks They explore every surface and texture you touch Patting and wiggling all day long Your baby paws dig into the dirt as we put plants in the ground, Leaving lines of black under your fingernails. Grasping at strawberries … Continue reading One Year Old Hands
“Hey, do you want to grab some lunch?” my friend asked as she entered the room. I looked over to my wife, Gillian, who gave me a reassuring glance as she lay half asleep on the hospital bed. I didn’t want to leave, but they both knew I needed to. “So are you nervous?” my … Continue reading Hope is the door that opens onto the future
Days can be full of the most mundane things. More often than not, we let the mundane become our focus and lose focus on the extraordinary things that exist around us. Continue reading 3-13-2017, A Lesson about Giving Grace (to myself)
After all of that, I sat down to process. I ended up with a poem that brings me joy every time I read it. It may not end up in the anthology of the world’s greatest poems, but if I were to compile a collection of my own, this one would certainly be included. Continue reading Simon’s Thoughts
Fuzzy, hazy world of wonder. You don’t like to sleep. We sit around the table Shuffling spoonfuls into our open mouths In awe at the weight of our eyelids And the cuteness that sits next to us. Weary, yet born to the joy that is before us every moment again. -Gillian Continue reading 11-15-16 Sleepless, We Eat
Oh my gosh, Simon. One of my favorite moments of ours just happened. It’s late at night, 11:41 p.m. to be exact. I just turned in an assignment for school. You woke up. You don’t typically cry, just gripe and grumble through sleepiness. I could hear your dad shushing you through the baby monitor. Ha! … Continue reading 10-10-2016, Goodnight Simon. I love you my son.