Fitbit: My Shamespiration

Oh, Fitbit. You may be small, but your ability to make me feel inadequate knows no bounds.   Let's examine how an object that weighs an ounce can impact my day. 5:30AM: Get up. 5:31AM: Coffee Repeat. Repeat. Feed cats and dogs. Coffee. 6:22AM: Glance at Fitbit, smugly judging me…

When books make you cry.

It can take seconds, but books have an emotional impact well beyond their weight. I get up, walk from the living room, see a hardback version of a favorite book--- I've left it out from sorting my shelf.  It's filled with poems about a war (doesn't matter which one, the…

Happy Birthday, Son. Love, Dad.

Our son Teddy turns nine today. His birthday is the culmination of a series of surprises, that include (but are not limited to): Becoming a dad at forty, when my entire life had been spent in service to myself, not others. The surreal experience of my bride and I being…

When Squirrels Attack

Squirrels are adorable terrorists. They're small, agile, cute, destructive, and recently, they attempted to take me out. Muerte. Dead. Doomed. Ixnayed. Rubbed out. Removed with extreme prejudice. Call it what you will, this was a clear attempt on my life. Some background: Our home is more than a century old.…