the occupation of Ashley and Levon
There was once a coffee shop in downtown Madisonville where I used to live. The owner would sit down between customers, unfortunately for very long periods, and write in his journals. He was from New Orleans and spoke in a thick Cajun drawl. He told me once, “Tell me everything you know about your father.” I told [...] Continue Reading »
Hopefully you have remembered this, but today is the day we observe and demonstrate the proof of love. Romantic love. In other lands, today is the day of love and friendship. But here, we adore that special someone. And if there is no special someone at the moment, you can buy the chocolate on the [...] Continue Reading »
And now it’s time for more guilty Google searches. Of course we can’t see who they are, but we know what they were looking for. Here are the chosen (for this Quarter): why isn’t my daughter a hipster? fellini kroger (39 times) settlers of catan hipsters (3 times, spelled cantan 2 more times) kick em [...] Continue Reading »
” No the point is not only does time fly or do we die, but that in these reckless conditions we live at all, and are vouchsafed for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it.” -Annie Dillard The question of how to spend the time is no new one. If we’re willing [...] Continue Reading »
I’m excited about turning 30 here in about four hours. 30 is a landmark. 30 is historic. 30 is dang near respectable. I’ve been a grown man for a while, but not a 30 year old grown ass man. I say bring it. Ashley asked me if there was anything I wanted to do before [...] Continue Reading »
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As we left the YMCA yesterday afternoon, I glanced at a newspaper to learn who was playing the Superbowl. Patriots again? Well, I root for them. Because James Madison Middle School, where I attended long ago, stole the registered logos and called themselves Patriots. I didn’t know Eli Manning, the brother of Knoxville’s most religious [...] Continue Reading »
Ashley and I were just writing a song one minute and then I lost her. She saw the baby asleep and rushed him to bed. She has to take these easy nights when she can get them, now they are both snoozing. I’m sitting here in hopes of getting my head around where this song [...] Continue Reading »
For me, labor felt like swimming miles under a heavy sea. The pressure was enormous and holding my breath for so long in the dark water felt like more than I could manage. The most troubling part was that the only way to alleviate the compression and strain was to endure the long, strenuous swim to [...] Continue Reading »
I think it’s going to rain me out today. I would love for it not to. Yesterday I was painting an old Folk Victorian house in Historic Mechanicsville, running around on ladders with buckets of four colors that adorn the decorative woodwork. It was 63 degrees in late January and I was glad to be [...] Continue Reading »