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Passing on… Passing.

Friday, June 13th, 2014

The boy and I have been spending more time together lately, as my awesome wife has been in evening rehearsals for her return to the stage. So every day after work, little man and I go on some sort of adventure. These evenings sometimes challenge my “no whining… ever…” policy, but mostly this has been a fun time.

A few days ago we stomped around in the forest looking at rock climbs. I realized just how much I miss clipping into a rope and watched him observe climbers and potential climbs with real intrigue. All of this encourages me that the days to come will offer the chance to pass on some of my interests to our little guy.

What I didn’t anticipate was the things I would teach him as we drove up out of this canyon, taking an amazing back road toward home. Of course, these days you put me on a mountain road and I only have one setting. Attack. The weight shift in a corner and the fun of a heel-toe gear-change is genuinely therapeutic any time I have the opportunity. Meanwhile, the boy is generally unfazed by my driving, more likely to ask me to turn around and look at something than comment on the ride.

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4 Decades, Part 4 – 30 to 39 years

Saturday, October 19th, 2013

I’ve reached the fourth and final decade in my recollections on turning 40. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) In this latest ten years are some of the biggest moments, largest risks, and most unexpected cherished memories.

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Lessons in Spit

Monday, March 11th, 2013

Going out to eat with my son is like trying to lead a prayer group with a strobe light. It’s distracting to say the least, and never a calming experience. He’s not much of an eater and would rather use the booth as a jungle gym. But not long ago we’d been out to dinner and my son had eaten almost as much as I did. It was strange and exciting. But, I guess I should have known something else was coming.

My wife was fighting sickness so she crashed early and I was on monitor duty in case the boy exploded. Turns out, that wasn’t far from the truth.

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Don’t Shit-on, Fertilize

Monday, July 9th, 2012

Our little man is now two and a half and his vocabulary grows exponentially. My wife and I both make an effort to call things what they are and be specific and his little parrot mind locks all these new words away, categorizes them, and spits them back out correctly when we least expect. Click to continue »

Fearless Leader

Monday, February 27th, 2012

This weekend the kids and I went on a walk. By kids I mean the furry four-legged one and the blonde two-legged one. By walk, I mean a painfully slow ramble down the street in front of our house. Thankfully, we have a dead-end road so wandering down the middle isn’t a problem, and the view is quite spectacular so it forces me to pause and feel blessed. It also teaches me things I don’t expect.

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Act Two

Thursday, August 25th, 2011

I’ve been thinking a lot about my second Act. And I don’t really mean anything to do with screenplays. I’m talking about the second act of my life. Part 2, if you will, without actually being a sequel. Enough years have ticked by now that I’m in the danger zone for the dreaded “mid-life crisis”. And what it stirs in me is the desire for new adventures.

In the last few years I’ve taken note of a few people who have remade themselves in their late thirties, forties, and so on. And in every case I’ve marveled at how they become ageless in the change.

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The Social Network

Saturday, June 25th, 2011

Among the many priority shifts required for parenthood is the sudden awareness of certain places you never even saw before. The most striking is my sudden awareness of playgrounds, slides, and fast-food jungle gyms. I don’t think I ever actually used a fast-food play-palace during my own childhood, and until recently I couldn’t tell you anywhere I’d seen one.

These days I can be flying down the freeway, notice one out of the corner of my eye, and slice across three lanes of traffic to get our little man some slide time. He loves these places, but the adult in me only sees the vile plastic, wobble construction, and mats which were probably washed when Reagan was in office. Yet these places have revealed something much more interesting and unknown; playgrounds of all kinds have their own social order. Adults beware.

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