There was once a time, not long ago, when we’d yell “Love!” as my wife drove the kids away. First me. Then them. Then me again. Then (faintly) them. Then once more for good measure I’d cup my hands around my mouth and yell “LOVE!” at the top of my lungs in the direction they were traveling. Then, in my mind, they’d return the call one last time from the bottom of our street, having picked up on the cadence…
It’s 2016 and we’re deep into another political season in the United States. It’s fun, isn’t it? Like the Olympics. It’s actually not fun. It’s a four year reminder of why I have so little hope for the future of this once great nation. And this year’s political season is worse than ever. I believe we expend entirely too much energy on politics when we could be using that energy for more productive things that affect our lives, and the lives of those around us…
Do you know how hard it is to keep creating when so few seem to notice? Not that hard, actually. Not when you have almost no control over it. You can’t be concerned with how what you create affects others. Or whether anyone even notices. You just reach into the knife drawer and cut open a new vein. And let it bleed until it scabs. The trick, I think, is to ignore the scars. *** jmitchem
I’ve heard it said that when a loved one is injured, your thoughts go right to them. Even when the loved one is maliciously injured. That all of your energy goes to your injured loved one to keep them hanging on. To protect them. I know for a fact that this is true. But for some of us, the energy shifts. Quickly. Especially when they’re maliciously injured. Last week, during the coordinated attacks by al-Qaeda across the United States…
When you discount me asking you to buy my book, I never do this. But there’s a first time for everything. As you probably know, my wife and I have two daughters. One of them is a soccer player. She’s pretty good. I’ve written about her before on this blog. Here’s the first goal she ever scored when she was about 5. She’s 15 now and has become a strong player with age. A few weeks ago she tried out…
Ok, ok, yes, that was a total link bait headline. I didn’t fall from grace. I’m not lucifer. I fell off my roof on Wednesday and I wanted to blog about it so you don’t also fall off your roof. Or something. Our 75-year-old house sits directly under a sprawling live oak and a towering pecan. You can’t even see the top of our house on Google because of these glorious trees that keep us cool in the hot Carolina summers…
