When I was a kid, my grandma would often take us to the library. One of my favorite books to get was the D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths. I checked out this book over and over because it was so interesting.
Category: Introspection
Happy Birthday Blog!
Today is a special one! It was ten years ago on this day that this blog was born! While it has had its dark times and years of neglect, I am pretty proud of it. Although I might have written it elsewhere, it seems fitting to share how it came to be.
Summer of ’91, Part 1
Last Saturday, I went to my stepmom’s house for our Christmas get-together. We all sat down to eat, and then I had a phone call come in. Not wanting to be rude, I let it go. Later, I received a text, which I peaked at. It was from my stepdad to my brother, cousins, and me, letting us know our grandpa had just passed.
The Mood Ring
From time to time, coworkers will vent to me about their desire not to go to work on a given day. But I love my job. I loved it before I left to take a year off of work, and I loved it once I returned. So when someone starts complaining about their job to me, they are bound to get a dose of positivity shoved back at them.
Happy Birthday, Dad
Many years ago, mere days after my son’s birth, my dad passed away. It was a weird time, feeling great joy about my newborn son but then having my father die. I am forever grateful that my dad could hold his grandson before he went.
Hey, Sportsfans!
This blog isn’t just about the virtues I find in myself but maybe a vice or two I discover. So I uncovered yet another one, and I try not to judge myself too harshly and hope you won’t either.
The Dark Side
Long ago, while working at a past job, I had a coworker across the cubical from me. We would chat about things, but one common thing she mentioned was how the weeks when she had her daughter, all she could think about was going to the club. But when her ex had the daughter, she missed her so much.
Yet Another Quilt Story
We were at my stepmom’s house a few months ago during Christmas. I was warming by the fire, dozing off. My stepmom came up and draped a blanket over me. Inspecting the blanket closer, I realized it was the quilt my high school lunch ladies made for me!
Retraction
In last week’s blog post, I kind of dished on my mom a little. My wife asked if maybe I should have run it by her first before posting to see if it was okay. Which makes total sense! I really felt bad for not doing just that. She then asked me if I asked what my mom had thought about what I wrote and I decided to give her a call.
Hot Tub Like a Bro
Long ago, when I was in my teens and still living with my parents, I was hanging out with some friends who later dropped me off at my house. When I came to the door I realized I had misplaced my keys and no one was home.