early morning

Pushing through the soft fuzz of the baby monitor, my daughter’s cries jolts me awake: “Daddy, daddy, daddy...” I’m up and across the hall before I have a chance to clear the mist from my head. Standing over her crib, I pat her back and tell her it’s okay. Once she settles down I head back to bed.  I make the… Continue reading early morning

daycare rescue

Somehow, I have become two people. There is the adult version of me, as I am now. And there is the teenaged version of me.  Together, we are plotting to rescue my youngest daughter from her daycare. The details of why she needs rescuing aren’t explained but, armed to the teeth and sick with worry, we make our plans. (Even in my… Continue reading daycare rescue

statues

...and we’re walking together, my son and my youngest daughter, on the grounds of the local university. It is late afternoon, the sun just beginning to set behind the hills.  I stop for a moment to inspect a statue. My son continues on, leading his sister by the hand up the pathway. After a few minutes, I catch up with him… Continue reading statues