Author: Jim Mitchem

“I’ll be right back, ok Daddy?” she said, standing. She then walked slowly toward the door, never taking her eyes off of me. I managed a smile and raised my left hand. Satisfied that I’d be alright while she went into the kitchen, she disappeared from view. I can’t believe she’s seeing me like this. Three years ago I was fielding balls in goal as she’d strike them one after the other. To her, I was more than a father;…

“Daddy, will you be my valentine?” Yes. A thousand times, yes. *** Jim Mitchem

When I met my wife, she was married. “Happily?” I asked a colleague at the law firm where I worked. He recommended I forget about her. But I had no choice. From the moment our eyes met – I knew she was the one. The funny thing about this epiphany was that I was finally at a place in my life where I was completely comfortable being alone. I’d just come out of a good relationship that was about to…

According to site statistics, you spend an average of 3 minutes and 22 seconds to read my posts. Usually, these posts are between 400 and 700 words. I stick to this length because this is about all the attention I can muster to think about a thing. I also hate to read. Note, not ‘hate to learn,’ but hate to read. I’m way too  nervous to sit still for very long. My posts usually take about 20 minutes to write…

If there’s been one thing that we’ve missed as children playing in the digital sandbox these past few years, it’s a place to put all the stuff we really want. Now we have it in Pinterest. I want this. I must have that. I want. Want. WANT. Now the whole world can know what it is we want. Because since we can’t actually have most of the things we desire, we’re in a state of perpetual longing – and Pinterest…

Monday, 9:24 pm. One daughter in bed watching a show on an iPad as a way to wind down after an art lesson and an hour of math with me. One daughter, freshly showered from soccer practice (which just ended), eating edamame and watching All in the Family in the living room. We don’t have cable so we’re limited to the old shows on obscure channels. Shows that used to be based on stories, not the sensationalism that passes for…