April 4. Three words. Ten characters. The chance to push something good into the world. For a change. #ILoveYou
There’s an obnoxious wooden placard I pull down from the attic each year at this time and place on the top of our media center which reads, “We interrupt this marriage for baseball season.” I love baseball. I love it in the way a reader looks forward to the next chapter of a great book. I love it for its companionship over six months and the daily drama that it provides. I love it for the grass and sunshine. And…
Kids sometimes make up funny words. A few of the most memorable words created by our daughters over the years include: – Dubberfly (butterfly) – Purpur (purple) – Burcept (except) – Jamamas (pajamas) We didn’t bother correcting these words because, well, they’re cute. Besides, we figured they’d straighten them out eventually. And for the most part I always understood how they thought these words were valid. Children are phonetic creatures who pick up language patterns from their environment. And yes…
I love my kids more than I ever thought possible. They’re my little people. My legacy. Two humans brought into the world as the result of serendipitous true love. And they’re complete opposites. Agatha Rose is ten. She’s an athlete. Blond hair. Brown eyes. Olive skin. Cozette is seven. She’s an artist. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Freckles on porcelain. Agatha has been playing soccer for years, and also dabbles in chess. Cozette takes painting lessons at a gallery, and drama…
It took me a while to grasp the relevance of social media. I found it during the summer of 2008, when Senator Obama was running for POTUS. He was using these new social tools as a means of reaching more people with his message, and so I checked it out in case it had any commercial application. I didn’t understand it for several months, but when I did, it was like an epiphany. And I threw myself into it. I…
A man said to the universe, “Sir, I exist.” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me a sense of obligation.” – Stephen Crane Whenever natural disasters strike, I’m reminded of a few important things. – That this is a living planet, not just a random rock with grass. (Awareness) – How little control I have in the scope of things. (Humility) – How lucky I am to be alive and loved. (Gratitude) – That there is…
