Browsing Category: Journal Pages

        Last (and maybe first) cigar of the month, lengthening days, warmed in flannel, I sit with evening sky.  My throat is already scratchy and achy from coaching a morning full of basketball games.  What harm is a cigar on top and to wind day down?         Evening’s colder than they’ve been.  Winter is […]

               Do you ever stop and think how so many of life’s blessings, gifts, and breakthroughs begin of moments that seem anything but these.                I witnessed one this week.                Wednesday, Ash Wednesday, we went as a family to evening mass.  Our youngest had baseball just before in the gym of our church’s school.  […]

               Have you ever encountered places of magic, places where idiosyncrasies are recognized and repeated, where—in going there—you expect for things to happen, and they do?                I returned to one today—a place where my daughter plays volleyball.  Last year, I met a friend I had not seen in years.  His daughter, year younger, was […]

        I’m tired.  I want to write a romance, but I don’t have the words tonight.  I’ll leave it as a dream, and at that, I go to sleep.

               Morning started off.  I believed it could be (and still can), but it isn’t the best start.                5:30, alarm set by my daughter goes off.  She sleeps through, but her little brother, one room over, doesn’t.  Awake, he comes out and asks if he could take a shower.                Seeing no reason or […]

               I love being a baseball home, the basket by back door specific for balls and gloves—designated by our matriarch—and how, being boys, we often fall short in order and organization, even with guidance, and how our gloves are most often rest by whichever door last used to go outside and play, symbol and sign […]

        I’m sitting in our middle school parking lot beside a snowed over track and field.  My son Matthew met with a friend and is going for a mile run, not on track but cleared parking lot (an audible with reality and conditions on the ground).           He came to honor a […]