Sometimes I have these moments. They feel low, like a disappointment you can’t quite correct. You just ‘feel’ something that doesn’t feel like it should be that way, but yet it is, and you’re left just watching it play out with a sigh, wishing you knew how to make it all work. Let me prefaceContinue reading “Racing to the finish line of ‘normal’”
Tag Archives: Reflection
How I Met Your Mother
Sit down, kids, and I’ll tell you a story. One of the greatest things I ever did was to take a low point in my life and esteem and turn it into motivation to focus on time for myself, and getting back in touch with things I enjoyed. I was in my late 20s, single,Continue reading “How I Met Your Mother”
Shelving the present
This morning I was standing in the middle of our living room, getting dressed for work. It’s not the usual place I prep for the day, but everyone else in the house was still asleep, and with a nine month old with a temperamental wake-up, I didn’t feel like tempting fate and having anyone wakeContinue reading “Shelving the present”
Nostalgic for Mypos, the 80s, or just my childhood?
If you know me, or heck, if you’ve read past entries on this blog, you know how nostalgic I can get – longing for previous times, or pieces of culture from various parts of my life, or even before my time. I admittedly get that way about a lot of things – cartoons, films, videoContinue reading “Nostalgic for Mypos, the 80s, or just my childhood?”
Boxing up comics, unboxing me
Little by little over the past few months, we’ve been clearing out much of our home office, converting it into a hybrid office/nursery with the arrival of our newest addition. Packing books up, taking down wall art not quite suitable for a newborn, and taking the numerous boxes filled with comic books and packing themContinue reading “Boxing up comics, unboxing me”
Three
Three years. How quickly they go by. It seems like only yesterday I cradled you in my arms, swaddled in a blanket covered in baby footprints, wondering how I was so lucky to get to welcome you into this world. When we brought you home, I never thought I could feel so exhausted again inContinue reading “Three”
I’m so excited and I just can’t…eh, not really…
When was the last time you were excited? I mean really, really excited? Not ‘hey, free coffee’ excited, but I mean, through the roof, all-consuming excited? Because I don’t think I really have. It came to my attention through, of all things, hockey. You see, my hometown in just the past few years, has becomeContinue reading “I’m so excited and I just can’t…eh, not really…”
Nostalgic for the lives that once were…
I’ve been feeling pretty nostalgic as of late. I’m not sure if it’s the changing colors of the Fall leaves here in the Northeast, which always make me think of the many returns ‘back to school’ for almost two decades, or sitting outside the cafe in college with my portable CD player and headphones providingContinue reading “Nostalgic for the lives that once were…”
A moment of play, a moment of reflection
Tonight I sat on the couch and stared. Just stared down at the scene in front of me as though I was witnessing the miraculous. And in my mind I was. There, on the floor, humming a little song to himself, was our son, now two and in full-on toddler mode, playing. Just playing. WithContinue reading “A moment of play, a moment of reflection”
Who is that looking back at me?
The little guy was getting a bath the other night when my wife asked me to run into his room and fetch a pair of pajamas for him. Up to his room I went and into the dresser to find something comfy enough for the night, but not so heavy that he’d be overheated. We’veContinue reading “Who is that looking back at me?”
The Dorky Daddy 