Sometime in college, or maybe shortly thereafter, Charles and I were at a party and this girl introduced herself as “the other one.” I said “what does that mean, ‘the other one’?” She replied “well, you know like in Wilson Phillips, there’s the pretty one, the fat one, and the other one. I’m the other … Read more
Dear God, For as long as I can remember, I’ve claimed affection for Your thunderstorms. Practically, they generate the most glorious and relaxing white noise I’ve ever experienced. Philosophically, they remind me of how life works, and I appreciate their rejuvenation and replenishment. Nostalgically, they remind me of being a little boy and sitting with … Read more
Four weeks from tonight. “Dad, how old were you when you first had a TV in your bedroom?” my 9-year-old son hopefully asked me last night. He wasn’t very excited to hear that I was 16. He was even less excited to hear how little I care about how many of his friends have one … Read more