These memories lose their meaning…

The little guy and I went for a short walk when out of his mouth he says to me: “Memories lose their meaning…” When I asked him what he meant he said he had no idea, but my head began swirling nonetheless. I couldn’t shake it as we walked along, internally laying out the caseContinue reading “These memories lose their meaning…”

Coloring our composers

“What’s the purple guy’s name?” The question came out of the blue from the backseat of the car one afternoon driving home, I looked around – nope, no one dressed in purple out shoveling their driveway or going for a jog that he might be looking at. Just a moment or two ago, we wereContinue reading “Coloring our composers”

Day in the Life – a photo essay

Whether they know it or not, everyone has a story to tell. However, some folks never tell their stories because they think they have nothing to say – that their life is too boring. It’s with that in mind, that I set out to create a photo essay that took something routine and mundane –Continue reading “Day in the Life – a photo essay”

Classical Car Rides

We have a bit of a commute in the morning, the little guy and I. Breaking it down to even numbers, it’s about a half hour for us to get to his grandmother’s house in the morning, and then another half hour (roughly, maybe slightly less) for daddy to get to work from there. NeedlessContinue reading “Classical Car Rides”

Late night breastfeeding with Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel

My son, only a week or so old, has quite the well-developed set of lungs. He likes to show them off to us usually ni the middle of the night, working himself into such a tizzy during breastfeeding that he’s too worried about screaming to get fed than actually feeding. Hey, when you’re under 14Continue reading “Late night breastfeeding with Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel”