Yesterday at the park my 15-yo soccer-playing daughter challenged me to a footrace. Now I’m 52, but am still pretty fast and years ago I swore to her that for as long as I live I’ll always beat her in a sprint. My initial reaction to her challenge was no. Since my thumb surgery in October, I haven’t worked out much and, as a result, I’m in pretty bad shape. But it was like 70 degrees yesterday and I was…
For their whole lives, my teenage daughters have heard me talk about the idea of fate and how God is constantly talking to us, but that it’s up to us to have a willingness to listen. Mostly these little lessons have been met with some yawns. Yeah yeah, Dad, we get it. Only, they don’t. Few people do, I’d guess. Hell, I’ve had to learn this over 52 years, and I still have to remind myself daily. Last night we were heading into…
When you live in a bubble, it’s hard to understand people who don’t live in there with you. This is especially true when you live in a bubble of diversity and the nation just elects someone who only seems to care about one ethnicity, religion, sexual orientation, etc. etc. You’re shocked. Repulsed. Amazed. How could this be? I’ll tell you how it could be, because you live in a bubble. Sure it’s a diverse bubble filled with rainbows and happy…
With respect to my daughter, I removed this post. But here’s the point–don’t rush your kids into adulthood. They will get there quickly enough. And they’ll never get to go back. (And no, my daughter isn’t in any kind of trouble. She’s not drinking. She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Way better than I did at her age.) *** jmitchem
The Cubs are in the World Series for the first time since 1945. Congratulations are definitely in order and celebrations by long-suffering fans are absolutely justified. But lost in the jubilation in the streets of America’s third-largest city is the fact that it ain’t over. You were clearly the best team in baseball this season as you steamrolled through the National League with a 103-58 record. But it wasn’t so much your stable of pitchers or your stacked lineup that got…
I consider myself a God guy. This doesn’t mean I’m perfect. I fail every day. Seriously. Every. Damn. Day. But, over time, my failures continue to become less destructive to those around me. Progress, not perfection, they say. As a parent, I’m a shepherd. As a father to daughters, a shepherd with hyper senses. I know firsthand the evil that men think and do with regard to women. The thing about the latest round of lewd Trump statements is that…
