A Letter

I wonder, to what end will you pursue your goal? In a decade you have made me the center of your existence. The hatred you have cultivated is now your only purpose. If you achieve your aim, will you be sated? What then will you live for? To the rest of your life, now built […]

When He’s Gone

Few things depress me more than the sound of a childless house. Our time with my son comes and goes so quickly it’s difficult to adjust. By the time we’ve all settled in, he’s gone and the waiting game begins anew. He is not quite nine¬†years old, stands at 4′ 10″. The days of curling […]

The Wrinkle In My Time

I rolled my eyes behind unwilling negotiation and cut a deal. If he read the first three books sent by his mother, which would only take a Saturday afternoon, he would read one of my choices next. The boy complied, and for the time I was sated. As the first Saturday afternoon approached evening, I viciously chewed my fingernails with anticipation. Sunday he could take A Wrinkle in Time, a bottle of water, march out to the treehouse and prepare to have his mind blown.