Sand in the Gears

The prodigal and I

Wednesday, February 19th, 2014 Posted in Faith and Life | 26 Comments »

I passed through Wichita today, which was no small thing for me, because on every corner is loss. That is the place we took our children to see a game not long before we divorced. There is the building where ...

Homecoming

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2012 Posted in The Art of Parenting | Comments Off on Homecoming

Some of you may like my latest essay at Image Journal's section of Patheos, "Coming Home to Fatherhood." Here's an excerpt: "Or perhaps it’s closer to truth to say that nearly everything we do, so long as we love our children, ...

A Father’s Day

Monday, June 18th, 2007 Posted in Faith and Life, Snapshots of Life | 6 Comments »

Father's Day morning, the Wife brought me homemade blueberry muffins in bed. I sat reading short stories and eating blueberry muffins, and it was blissful. Soon I heard them conspiring outside my bedroom door, the little ones and their mother ...

A Different Kind of Father’s Day Gift

Tuesday, June 12th, 2007 Posted in Curmudgeonry | 10 Comments »

Rick Hilton needs a swift kick in the ass. That's my opinion on the never-ending Paris Hilton spectacle. And while we're at the butt-kicking, we can line up any number of successful businessmen, movie stars, and sports heroes who have ...

The Storm

Thursday, March 29th, 2007 Posted in Faith and Life, Greatest Hits | Comments Off on The Storm

The two younger boys crept into our bed in the black morning, driven by a snarling storm. They curled into me, shivering, as if I am a safe harbor. There is no keeping out the storm; this is what I ...

Terrible fathers

Tuesday, November 14th, 2006 Posted in Curmudgeonry, The Art of Parenting | Comments Off on Terrible fathers

I'm sitting in an airport restaurant near three men, three boisterous men drinking at 10:30 a.m. on a Tuesday. The oldest, who appears to be about thirty-five and dressed like he's twenty, is instructing the others on the tragedy of ...

Daddies

Saturday, June 3rd, 2006 Posted in Faith and Life, The Art of Parenting | 18 Comments »

I found myself on a train to the Atlanta airport weeks ago. There was an aggressive panhandler in my car, the kind who stands right up in your personal space and holds out his hand while mumbling about money for ...