Tagged with communication

the perfect addendum

the perfect addendum

In September of 2014, I wrote the following post. It was hard to write then and it’s hard to share now. Not because I don’t believe it to be true – I do, fervently – but because I worry that I’m not the one who should be saying it. But I am. Because this time … Continue reading

communication

communication

I am in an unfamiliar place. I do not speak the language, nor know the local customs. I do not feel well. I approach a woman nearby. “Excuse me, please,” I say. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I have a stomach ache. Can you help me?” She puts her finger to her lips and … Continue reading

different roads to success

different roads to success

{image is a photo of Brooke standing on Luau’s shoulders on the beach in Newport, RI. She looks as though she is flying. Photo courtesy of Connerton Photography’s magic lens. All rights reserved.} – During the talk, Dr Draper asked a ten year-old girl to come to the stage. She asked her her name. The girl … Continue reading

she gets it

she gets it

{Image is a photo of Winnie the Pooh swilling Vodka from the bottle} The following is part of a much bigger thought, but the context is currently too overwhelming for me to wrangle into words so I’m just going to start here, in the middle, and we’ll come up with a beginning later. Cool? Cool. … Continue reading

color commentary

{image is a slightly blurry photo of Brooke from the other night. She has just wrapped up a Godspell script while roller blading in my room, as you do.} Okay, so this is one of those moments when I am dying to write because Oh my God, I soooooo have something I want to tell … Continue reading

like it? i love it!

like it? i love it!

Friends, What you are about to read is entirely unedited. I honestly have no idea if it’s even English. My girl had a rough night last night and, given what happened here in Boston yesterday, there wasn’t a chance that I was going to kick her out of my bed. She’s still here next to … Continue reading

five months

five months

{Image is a photo of Brooke at age four, when I never, ever would have believed the following possible. Thank God (and Brooke) I know better than to believe anything impossible now.} You might remember that back in October, I posted the following on Diary’s Facebook page: On Oct 17, 2013, at 2:42 PM, [Brooke] … Continue reading

daddy love – it’s in the script

Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad. – Unknown Last night, we took Luau out for his birthday. Since I’d been chronicling the day in pictures from the start, I had my phone close at hand. I figured I’d get a snap of the ludicrous 22-ounce steak … Continue reading

face time

face time

For a thousand reasons, Brooke is not a fan of the telephone. Although we’ve now managed to log a handful of successful conversations over the years, the most likely outcome of a phone call is still something like this … “Hi, Mama.” “Hi, Brooke! How are you?” “Gotta go now, bye.” Although that last sentence … Continue reading