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Santa Fidelis

Santa Fidelis

"'Twas a Wednesday before Christmas, and all through the mall tho no children were present, this day topped them all..." Some twenty-five years ago, I decided to pick up a few extra holiday dollars by taking a part-time job as a shopping mall Santa in suburban Minneapolis. As I was neither the natural size, age … Continue reading Santa Fidelis

Everything is on the table

Our kitchen table is an heirloom in training. Sitting alone at this table with open notebook, a pen, and a fresh cup of coffee in the early morning light of day I can, with an angular glance, see the extensive preparation and practice for remembrance that it has already put in. At a mere sixteen-years, … Continue reading Everything is on the table

Santa Fidelis

"'Twas a Wednesday before Christmas, and all through the mall tho no children were present, this day topped them all..." Some twenty years ago, I decided to pick up a few extra holiday dollars by taking a part-time job as a shopping mall Santa in suburban Minneapolis. As I was neither the natural size, age … Continue reading Santa Fidelis

‘Chicken is chicken. Parts is parts.’

A friend recently posted a note on Facebook concerning her young sons voracious appetites, bemoaning the fact that her first-grader could “apparently eat a whole rotisserie chicken by himself!’” Ahh, rotisserie chicken. At one time or another, we’ve all had the need for a quick meal. If you are really in a rush, you can … Continue reading ‘Chicken is chicken. Parts is parts.’

Like Son, Like Father, Like Wow, Man

“You young kids and your crazy ideas.” That’s a phrase my thirteen-year old son Sam uses dryly when a topic comes up and I refer to something from the past, or throw in some sort of archaic phrase like ‘groovy’ into a dinner table conversation. One of Sam’s favorite treats is a cold Dr.Pepper; so … Continue reading Like Son, Like Father, Like Wow, Man

Digging in the Dirt Pile of Memories

The other day I was standing on the front porch with my sixteen year old son Will, waiting for his family car pool ride to school, sophomore year now in the homestretch. I was on spring break from my school and was savoring the opportunity for a little morning one-on-one we don’t normally have; younger … Continue reading Digging in the Dirt Pile of Memories

Building a More Varied Vocabulary in 2012, Lesson 1

I recently got another lesson in accidental parenting – one of those I-didn’t-know-he-had-picked-that-one-up from youngest son Sam, nearly thirteen. While driving back to New Orleans from our Christmas in Minnesota, Sam was laying casually in the back of our mini van playing a video game, and something that occurred apparently surprised him. His blurted response? … Continue reading Building a More Varied Vocabulary in 2012, Lesson 1