Four Years On

August 20th. Feeling dull today. THE day. Four years on. Saw it coming. Should be purposeful in some deliberate direction. Should be laying my Ebenezer here or there, or going back to visit one. No real inclination. Knackered. For nervous earlier weeks and frantic days, I’d ridden the joyful rising emotional currents of Allie’s muchContinue reading “Four Years On”

Hepsibah, Burpton and Me — Reluctant Patriarchal Advice

My sister’s friend is anticipating the birth of his first child. She asked me to think of bits of advice for first time fathers — humorous or serious — which, along with others’ bits of advice, would be used in some suitably embarrassing way against this rookery rookie. I reluctantly contributed, because although I amContinue reading “Hepsibah, Burpton and Me — Reluctant Patriarchal Advice”

Sharing: The Important Thing About Yelling

In tomorrow’s WheeledWords post to do with Fathering (no more hints), a list therein makes two particular points — one directly, other implicitly — about the art of yelling. Rachel Macy Stafford, author of Hands Free Mama, in “The Important Thing About Yelling” (http://huff.to/1driO2c), bests my winsome attempts, getting right to the point: [Yelling] shutsContinue reading “Sharing: The Important Thing About Yelling”

Sharing: The Power Of Empathy, Animated

Empathy or Sympathy? What’s the difference? Aren’t they the same? Perhaps you’re resolved to be more of one or the other in the coming New Year. On Diffen.com (diffen.com/difference/Empathy_vs_Sympathy), Empathy is defined as understanding what others are feeling because you have experienced it yourself or can put yourself in their shoes. Sympathy, as acknowledging anotherContinue reading “Sharing: The Power Of Empathy, Animated”

A Charles’ Dickie Christmas

He explained he wasn’t real sure how the tradition began, but over the years, while enjoying all the commercial glam of Christmas, he and his sisters took especially great pleasure in giving one mean gift at Christmas. Dianne loathed pork rinds, and Sue’s gag reflex took over at the mere mention of mushrooms. He hadContinue reading “A Charles’ Dickie Christmas”

Three Equal Parts

My sisters and I had dinner together this past Labor Day Weekend. Sue drove over from Wheaton, and Dianne drove down from Philadelphia. I was a seven-eighths bachelor. The kids – all but Caleb – were scattered out of town. Allie, the “outest” of town, was in Sweden, Chip in Mt. Airy, and both EmContinue reading “Three Equal Parts”