It has been brought to my attention recently that I am not a parent. Not a good parent, or a bad parent, just that I have not been counted as a parent at all. Continue Reading...
Beautiful Innocence
I sit here at my keyboard tonight, trying to procure rationale from the chaotic swarm of thoughts swirling in my head; In doing so, I try to separate the thoughts of anger that bubble up in my attempts to understand the how and the why events like this can happen. Somewhere over time, I have tried to be better at facing the things that bind my mind and twist my intellectual limits to the maximum, Continue Reading...
Coloring on the floor
Theodore gets a moment to himself and enjoys some coloring. Or scribbling is really more like it. Either way, he was on his own, on the floor, lying on his belly, and free to kick his feet up. I envy the life of my nineteen month old son pictured here. He gets to flop down on his belly, with no worries, and just use the crayons. The picture doesn’t matter. The lines don’t matter. The colors don’t Continue Reading...