I reckon it’s easy to just blow this off as something that happens in other places to other people, but the fact that heroin use is so prevalent, and on the rise, is telling for a couple of reasons. First, it reinforces that we’re fallible creatures with serious flaws and that none of us are above certain biological predispositions. As human beings, we are susceptible to addiction of certain chemicals such as alcohol, nicotine, coffee, heroin, etc. Add to this that…
We’ve raised our girls to believe they can be anything in life, regardless of whether there’s an existing case study. We’ve raised them to believe that kindness and humility are weapons of peace, and that they should respect their ego but not succumb to it. We’ve raised them to be strong, ethical, and to lead with the truth. We’ve raised them to stand their ground, trust their gut, and always be willing to give in to love. I never did read…
You know the story, a man in his forties struggling to connect with his teenage daughter as he attempts to balance work and life, and a few other things that are swirling around him. His relationship with his daughter has been suffering for years. It’s been a long time since she was a princess sitting on Santa’s knee wishing for that special doll at Christmas. Now she’s distant, as she traverses the gauntlet of early adulthood. With the media blasting in…
The girls are away at camp, which affords me and my wife some time alone. A rare thing since the birth of our first daughter in 2001. Over the years, I’ve often wondered what our life together will be like when the children move on. After all, we’ve poured so much of our energy into this family. Sometimes I think we’ll grow bored of each other. Maybe even fall out of love. As we were driving somewhere over the weekend, we got to the…
It’s getting harder to balance. Working. Raising family. Racing around town. Playing. And with all the media shrapnel flying about that you can’t ignore because it’s too important and you can’t ignore because there’s too much at stake. Drums of war that never cease. And then there’s the writing. Always looming in the corner of my mind. Threatening me with a dry well. A creative hell that will pull me to my grave. It’s getting harder to balance. *** Jim Mitchem
Sometimes? When I kill a fly? I imagine it’s a former enemy who came back to spy.
