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#50: On Trying Again To Read Moby Dick (Again)

I’m not reading again, but instead, trying again to read for the first time, the problem being, as I’ve said before, not one of starting but of finishing, which, I fear is, but hope is not, a general pattern in my life. Call me Ishmael. What a great first line. I read it twenty timesContinue reading “#50: On Trying Again To Read Moby Dick (Again)”

#48: Learning to Ride

Learning to Ride He’s seven, reluctant to ride independently, most of his classmates far ahead on two wheels, which has not been a problem for him, so he says. No, I’m scared, he has said.  No, I like the scooter better, he has said. I will never ride a bike, he has said.  Never, heContinue reading “#48: Learning to Ride”

#46: Call Me Reverend

Call Me Reverend Call me reverend, call me padre or father, man of the cloth, pastor, minister, oh wise one, leader of men, shepherd, or guy who became an ordained minister on-line in less than five real live human minutes. Call me the guy who has credentials to marry and bury and a parking permitContinue reading “#46: Call Me Reverend”

#42: The Father’s Day Poem

The Father’s Day Poem My son hid little homemade Father’s Day cards around the house for me to find, hid them several times over so I could find them again. One of them said, “You are a star of men.” Flattering will get you nowhere, son, I said, but he and I both know that mostContinue reading “#42: The Father’s Day Poem”

#40: Gertrude and Alice Learning Targets (a book spine poem)

This was a happy accident.  These books were pretty much in this order on my desktop, so, inspired by a recent book spine photo I saw in The Mighty Social Network, I decided to “craft” my first book spine poem.  And I love the idea that the company suggested by the following titles would haveContinue reading “#40: Gertrude and Alice Learning Targets (a book spine poem)”