A Reflection on 36 Years of Marriage

Note: I wrote this little essay today over about three or four hours. It could probably use some revision, and later on I bet dollars to donuts I will think of other things to say. But I wanted to publish it today, as today is my 36th wedding anniversary. Here it is, in its currentContinue reading “A Reflection on 36 Years of Marriage”

A Journal of the Plague Year: #9

Just a few observations today in no particular order, or, rather, more accurately, in the order in which they occurred to me: War of the Worlds seems to be our binge-show of choice at the moment. There’s nothing like a great end-of-the-world story to get you through a pandemic. In related news: my son andContinue reading “A Journal of the Plague Year: #9”

A Journal of the Plague Year: #8

I think the resident teenager is depressed. He is not content to stay at home or to go without visitors. The company of his parents does not thrill him. They coax him to come out, are successful from time to time, in small doses finding him in good spirits, but more often than not, theyContinue reading “A Journal of the Plague Year: #8”

A Journal of the Plague Year: #6

This morning (upon waking? in the shower? during meditation, while Sam Harris spoke to me about conscious awareness? over breakfast?), I found myself thinking Thoreau. Passages from Walden were emerging from the memory banks where favorite books are stored. It occurred to me that if one were to grab a classic from American Literature off the shelfContinue reading “A Journal of the Plague Year: #6”

A Journal of the Plague Year: #5

The day begins with session 10 of a guided meditation with Sam Harris. I’m not a huge fan of guided meditations, per se, because I feel while I’m meditating I don’t want somebody else’s voice in my head. But I am a fan of Sam Harris, so I figured, since he gifted me a freeContinue reading “A Journal of the Plague Year: #5”

#322: Sad Poem

Both of my parents died, for starters. Not at once, of course, but within seven or eight years of one another. Daddy passed first and we watched him die, the whole family, a vigil in the meeting room of the nursing home where they sent him after a final, last ditch, unnecessary surgery where heContinue reading “#322: Sad Poem”

#287: The Resident 12 Year Old Writes a Bunch of Easter Egg Notes for His Dad

(a found poem, with minor edits) Out of all the people I could think to be my dad, you fall into that category easily. Thank you for making me grilled cheese sandwiches so I don’t die. All around people love you (the person in front of you, your lodge buddies, your workspace friends, etc.); youContinue reading “#287: The Resident 12 Year Old Writes a Bunch of Easter Egg Notes for His Dad”

In Memoriam: Mama Shirley

A Eulogy for Shirley Elaine Jarmer,┬áDelivered Saturday, June 10, 2017 at St. John the Baptist’s Catholic Church: Friends, Jarmers, and Kidds. On behalf of our family, I thank you all for being here today. But we need to stop meeting like this. Once again, I have the great honor and responsibility of sharing with youContinue reading “In Memoriam: Mama Shirley”