• Going Big or Going Home

    I’ve had lots of wonderful Fourth of July celebrations with my own three boys, but one of my all-time favorites was when I was a boy myself — the bicentennial celebration of 1976, when I was visiting my Dad in Southern California. We’ll just say that Dad wasn’t all that prepared when it came to… Continue Reading

  • Finding More Than I Seek

    Sipping coffee this early Sunday morning, watching the little bird that makes a stop on my back porch every morning to hop around and pick dead bugs off the pavement, preparing to leave for my long hike in the woods … and checking the blog stats. When I wrote I Want My Boy Back, it… Continue Reading

  • And the Healing Begins …

    Kids these days. Those headphones, the online gaming, the laughing or yelling at their buddies deep into the night. I share a bedroom wall with this particular kid. A thin bedroom wall at that. So many a night around here ends – or perhaps begins? – with me plodding off to bed at 10, stopping… Continue Reading

  • Home Sweet Home

    He’s home. I hope this link works — I can’t seem to get the video out of the grasp of Facebook.

  • “Dad, I’m Hungry”

    Hands-down — without any debate — the best three words any parent can ever hear out of their child’s mouth is, “I love you.” But I did discover No. 2 earlier this morning, when Griff FaceTimed me. “Dad, I’m hungry.” He’s eating. 😁 A lot. French toast, sausage, a biscuit … It not only stayed… Continue Reading

  • I Want My Boy Back

    To those of you who still aren’t taking COVID-19 seriously in the United States, to those of you think it’s funny or cute or clever to politicize it with your hilarious references to “China Virus,” to those of you storming city streets with your tough-guy rifles, and, lastly, to the salon owners in Texas and… Continue Reading

  • Pictures & Their 1,000 Words

    I love when I walk in the door after an otherwise standard Saturday, January 4, and my Universe is there to reach out and offer me a fist bump. In this case, the fist bump was in the form of a package on the table that Griff had brought inside. I saw the return address… Continue Reading

  • Hanging 11

    “Charlie don’t surf!” But J.D. does. And we’re all the better for it. *** The only thing that gives me more pleasure than checking off my own Bucket List items is when my friends check things off theirs. And because I’ve known the man for nearly 40 years now, and I know him to be… Continue Reading

  • House Calls

    Ninety-eight. That’s how old my stepfather, John Werline, would have been tomorrow. One. That’s how many times he ever stood up and stood between my mother’s rage and me. I never understood their agreement that we were “her kids” and his were “his kids” and that he always seemed to sort of disappear when she… Continue Reading

  • Father’s Day: Let’s Play Two

    Ernie Banks loved the game of baseball so much, he was known to clock in for another day of playing shortstop for the hapless Chicago Cubs, inhale deeply, and say, “It’s a beautiful day for a ballgame. Let’s play two!” *** I’ve buried three fathers. A couple of them more than once. There was the… Continue Reading