Normally, you don’t have to twist my arm to drink a milkshake. In fact, I’m usually looking for an excuse, ANY excuse, to slurp one down (or is it slurp one up. Hmmmmmmm). But then IT happened. What exactly was IT, you ask? Actually, there were two ITs. But let me back up for a second.…
Look, Ma! I wrote a book!!
Who would have thunk it? Not me, that’s for sure. I don’t think there’s anyone more surprised to have a book published than I am. I’m still having a hard time believing it myself. I recently published my first book, A Dad’s Journey, with Raburn Publishing. It is a collection of many of my blog…
Turning Legal
Recently, we celebrated my daughter’s birthday. 21. Yep. The BIG ONE. This is the one everyone looks forward to. Except when you get to my age. Then you just dread each one, and at the same time just hope you can MAKE IT to the next day, much less the next birthday. What do you…
My daughter, guest blogger – How I made my dad sick
Parenting isn’t for the faint of heart. Nor is it for the faint of stomach. My father can surely attest to this. After all, he’s had to deal with some seriously sickening stuff while raising my brother and me—everything from our various injuries and ailments to my ill-fated forays into cooking. And for the most…
The Empty Chair
Losing a loved one to cancer is never easy. You try to move on, but there are always reminders. Little things. Sometimes big things. At the dinner table, there’s always an empty chair. Just a few days ago, we broke out an old Scrabble game, and there were still some score cards revealing just how…
Just another “typical” day
What is a typical day? Not only do I not know, I’m not even sure I would know it if I saw it. Such is the life around our house. I don’t think typical days at our house would pass for anything close to normal in most houses. Here’s an example from just the other…
The latest sign of the Apocalypse: My son eats a baked potato
We reached a BIG milestone at my house this weekend: my son ate a baked potato. Why is that so big? Well, for starters, my son is a VERY picky eater. Actually, the term “picky eater” might not be degrading to people who actually are picky eaters. My son won’t eat. Anything that doesn’t start…
Dog’s Name Causes Confusion
As the first anniversary of my blog comes up on Saturday, I’m re-blogging one of the most popular posts. I want to thank everyone for all of the encouragement and support over the past year. Several years ago, my wife, daughter, and I lived in a small town next to a church, where I served…
Roughin’ It
I’m not much into camping or living off the land. In fact, I probably wouldn’t know there was an outdoors if I didn’t encounter it every day . . . as I walk from my office to my car. But my son . . . well, he’s different. He loves to camp – in my…
Surviving the storm with my son
In the distance, the thunder rumbles, rolling toward us on the waves of the gathering dark clouds. A bolt of lightning slices through the sky, helping to open the sky, which pours down rain and wind. For most, this is a typical spring storm in Arkansas. But for my son, it represents the end of…
Holding together the jello 