Category Archives: Waiting for the miracle

I’m sitting here, hungry for the pizza I’m about to prepare, trying to remember how to say “I’m hungry” in Spanish (I supposedly learned that this morning), and gradually coming down from a late afternoon caffeine buzz. Life is swirling … Continue reading →

Sometimes all I can do is just hang in there. My work at the hospital is wearing me down more and more each week, and I’m getting the feeling–sorta like a dull nausea in the pit of my stomach–that my … Continue reading →

I’m finally feeling better, seeing things a little clearer. It’s easy to see now how far off the path I have strayed. Fortunately, I often have the impulse to write when I’m graced with moments of clarity, so I have … Continue reading →

I turned thirty-six on Tuesday. My father had four kids by the time he was thirty-six. I don’t have anything else to say about that. It just strikes me as weird. Gives me an uneasy feeling. Ch-ch-ch-ch-change. My entire adult … Continue reading →

Three years ago my guts were twisted about whether to move to Kentucky with my girlfriend or stay in North Carolina with my bandmates in My Dear Ella. I left the band, joined my girlfriend (now my wife), and my … Continue reading →

“Bob” is a palindrome. So is “rise to vote sir,” but strangely this just wasn’t enough to get me to the polls today. Truth is, I don’t care who wins any of the races here in Fayette County, Kentucky. There, … Continue reading →

David Jon Peckinpaugh has been ruminating on Parenthood over on his blog. In his latest installment, he says: “I have been wondering again about being a Parent and how I received the Gift of Life because my Parents chose to … Continue reading →

My friend David Jon lit a fire this morning with his latest blogging on the transformative power of parenthood. He makes several interesting points, and I have no doubt that parenthood can be a profoundly deep, spiritual, humanizing, enlightening experience … Continue reading →

For all the ballyhoo about psychospiritual growth and seizing the day and whatnot that finds its way into this blog, it’s incredible — and downright discouraging — to discover that one bad day can seemingly negate months of perceived progress. … Continue reading →

I woke this morning as if from a drugged stupor. My wife and I have an agreement that the last one out of bed has to make it, and while I was making it I could barely keep from falling … Continue reading →