Tag: single parents

An unexpected Father’s Day gift

It was 2005. And I was in a place I never thought I would be. I was lying in bed. And lying next to me was my one-year-old son. And he was totally and completely my responsibility. Because I was now a single parent. I never dreamed I would use the words “me” and “single”…

But was it worth a Triple Dog Dare?

Normally, you don’t have to twist my arm to drink a milkshake. In fact, I’m usually looking for an excuse, ANY excuse,┬áto 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.…

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…

My son makes a BOLD announcement

I knew something big was coming. It was an ordinary day at home, when my son came up to me and said, “Guess what?” The announcement didn’t come with a lot of fanfare or the trumpets and pageantry of say the anointing of a new king. Or, even more rare, a win by the Arkansas…

We should get married in a Subaru?

When you live at my house, you come to expect strange comments. Not that my kids intentionally say odd, off-the-wall stuff. So I’m usually not surprised at any eccentric remark that might escape the lips of my son. There is almost nothing he can say anymore that can surprise me. Almost nothing. But the other…

Running the aisles

As a single parent, I find it’s often difficult to schedule BIG THINGS to do with my kids. Sure, from time to time we can, but those occasions are often few and far between. However, my kids (especially my son) often get to take part in a lot of little things – whether they want…

Going to the hospital, Part 2

If you follow my blog, you’ve read several stories about the illness and death of my wife, Tracie. But there’s one story you don’t know – because I’ve never told anyone about it before. Until now. Many of you have read before that shortly before she passed away in the fall of 2004, we spent…

If you can play soccer on a hill . . .

In the small town where I live, a small group of parents are working on a rather diabolical, although ingenious scheme, that will, in time, change, and yes, even SHOCK the world. At least the world as it relates to soccer. Sure, small towns in Arkansas aren’t known for revolutionizing the game of soccer, which…

Son’s questions continue to pummel fatigued father

If I had a dime for every question my son has asked me over the years, I can assure you that Bill Gates would no longer be the richest man in the world. Here’s another sampling of what’s been on my son’s mind in recent weeks. “When you were growing up, did YouTube only show…

A slave to peanut butter

If you were to cut my son open, I don’t think you’d find the usual innards that make up most humans. instead, you’d see nothing but a light, creamy brown color because I’m almost SURE that he is made up of nothing but peanut butter. Ok, I admit, you might find a few pepperonis and…