Anger is my nemesis. It’s my Mr. Hyde. It’s a hateful and mean-spirited poison. The almost uncontrollable kind of anger that spews up from my guts and out of my mouth until I’ve decimated everyone and everything around me. I don’t know if it’s the root or the bud of all the negative thoughts that…
Life
Hello, Old Sport
Hello, Old Sport. Such an unfamiliar yet recognizable sight. “Gatsby believed in the green light… It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning —— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the…
The Sunday Sundries
I have 28 minutes until The Walking Dead and Revenge start happening in my DVR. One’s a pleasure watch and one’s a guilty pleasure and work watch, but both have to be watched tonight. The nature of my job is that there’s not really time for us to watch stuff together on another night because, well, I’m working….
Parenting: You’re Doing It
I just spent entirely more time than I thought I ever would reading a viral, ranty blog post about the way we should be raising our kids and commenters who said that how not doing it that way is the cause of the decline of civilization. Complete with a “disclaimer” that we all parent differently…
Broken Mama Heart
Seven weeks ago, Joshua broke his arm. His last visit to the orthopedist was this afternoon, and like we’ve done after all three visits, we went to Target for a special patient prize. A “medium” sized prize. He was full of energy and excitement, but he stayed patient with me as I wheeled through the…