I published a sprawling ‘reasons I love soccer‘ story already but there are so many reasons, some tiny and obscure, some massive and obvious, why I absolutely love soccer / English football so this is going to be a series. Here’s reason #2 Why I Love Soccer. America is descending […]
Sometimes we modern folk do stuff solely because we think it’ll look awesome on social media. It’s okay, we all suffer for our art at one point or another. For example, we know in our heads and in our hearts that the annual county hot air balloon festival is going […]
We’ve managed to avoid major childhood injuries and medical procedures, and the accompanying debt-inducing healthcare bills, for the first 13.5 years of family life but the streak has ended with a momentous clattering. Both of our daughters need braces. Oof. And the right-handed teenager took a nasty spill whilst playing around […]
I finish pissing and step up onto the digital scale for the 3rd time today, with more eagerness than the occasion warrants. There are water stains on the reflective black surface from the kids swinging their wet hands over to reach the hand towel after washing up. Every once in […]
Her mother and sister had already left for their weekend away. They are heading up north. We aren’t pushing back until morning, going south to Virginia for soccer, history and hiking. I showered first and then she got in with a shower cap to continue preserving the dyed color that […]
It would be too easy to blame the walls, to blame the regressive nature of what I swear was a dignified brown paint fifteen years ago, for our lack of entertaining. Over time, that evocative brown became emotionless beige and while we adventure together outside of the house, from Gaudi’s […]
I had been up for hours already. Threadbare was my body, fueled incompletely throughout the long dark and lonely night by soft serve twists and by ice cold chocolate milk from stainless steels troughs surrounded by the clamoring masses desperately seeking reams of thick cut bacon and other greasy breakfast […]
She should’ve been in her bed 30 minutes ago. Instead, she’s lying with me atop of mine, beneath a spinning fan pushing unseasonable cool air around the room. She’s chuckling, flopping around from side to side, getting out the evening goofs. Her teal hair are windshield wipers in front of […]
