Monthly Archives: November 2011

I was about 23. It was a cold night. Below zero. The homeless shelter I worked at was over capacity, we couldn’t accept any more people. My heart ached. What a failed system. How was this helping? He was disheveled. … Continue reading →

Pastel walls.Outdated magazines.A quiet, powerful energy of fear. Tick.Tock.Buzzing of telephones.Quiet murmuring of receptionists.Glass windows.Tick.Tock.Fumble with a book.Listen to music.Wonder about why she is here. Or him.Tick Tock.Daytime TV, let’s find out if he’s the real father.Quick bathroom breaks.Lukewarm water.Tick.Tock.What … Continue reading →

 Linking this post up with a new blog I found! I tried to write this blog last night. Instead I stared at the blank computer screen, wrote and erased several so-so topics, and then I gave up. Sometimes inspiration just … Continue reading →

In participating in this blog challenge, there have been a lot of new people visiting our blog! And one thing we reference quite frequently is weight loss, but we’ve never quite told the whole story (because mostly the people reading … Continue reading →

November is a month that is historically hard for me. My Grandfather died in November 19 years ago, my grandparent’s anniversary was in November, and I also spent a lot of time with them during November because it’s deer hunting season. I … Continue reading →

Fall is in full swing, in fact it may have already swung by us this past weekend.  Nonetheless, I often find myself a little unnerved at least once or twice during the fall.  While having a fall wedding anniversary, a wife … Continue reading →

Some days, I have a really hard time being present in my own life. I work all day long with kids and parents who have a string of worries and feelings. It is my job to listen, to support, to … Continue reading →

There’s no doubt that I was a lucky child. Why? Because I never had to eat “fake” maple syrup. In fact, I didn’t even know that there was any other kind of maple syrup in the world until I was … Continue reading →

It has a walk-in closet in my room. I used to knock on the wall that connected to my brother’s room. Sometimes we used it as code to “talk” to each other. Sometimes we banged when we were mad at … Continue reading →