The Rubik’s Cube Twist

You either can solve the Rubik’s Cube or you promptly stick it in a drawer never to be played with again.


Straight to Voicemail

I see your call and feel its vibrating urgency on my wrist but I’m going to kick it into voicemail and forget about it for 3 days.

When Movies Take Flight

Our oldest son is thirteen. He’s in seventh grade and has peeked under the veil of parental guidance.

The Big Drop Off

Today I bring my youngest son, my ten-year-old, to Camp Billings for two weeks.

Mother’s Day in the Bag

I remember liking Mother’s Day once. When bits and pieces of love came home in stapled brown paper lunch bags; carefully constructed art projects forgotten about until Monday.