WAKE UP, YOU’RE DYING.
Let’s get this out of the way real quick—my son broke his arm. It happened. It’s unfortunate. But more important than that unpleasant event was what I was able to make of it. After his broken arm was dealt with, as I watched over him resting on the couch, propped up with every pillow I could find, it got my old blogging gears spinning. I felt that engine spark to life. There were points to be made here and points to be earned. This moment contained multitudes of lessons and jokes that people could learn from and laugh at. This was bigger than me and my family. I was seized by inspiration to craft a long overdue blog post to tell you all about it and somehow build to a statement on the human condition that I may have to retrofit in here somewhere to justify exploiting my son’s medical history and trotting out my family troubles. Continue reading
My descent into madness began at an early age. When I saw the world for what it was on that long ago and immediate star-filled night. Dripping, naked, with bared teeth. I looked into its eyes and saw no empathy. A wall of apathy. No reason nor the care to reason. Just a huge, hungry emptiness. Continue reading
I’ve witnessed childbirth three different ways. I’ve been to two baby showers. I’ve attended a blogging convention where I was one of four men. I thought I had seen women at their most womenish. But none of those experiences prepared me for the master class that was the DEMONSTRATION. Continue reading