The Plagued Parent

posts about surviving our children, the Baby Boomers who raised us, and everyone else with an opinion...

Empty Thoughts; Vacant Prayers

Our thoughts and prayers go out to the victims and their families. The redundancies begin like a deeply scratched record with the needle bounding back over the same track, the same track, the same same same track. Still, I have to ask: Really? Are you thinking? Are you praying? Of the countless who offer thoughts ask: what […]

Afraid of the Shadow

Groundhog Day has come and gone. This year the little-rat-bastard saw his shadow implying six more weeks of the dark and dreary cold of which many are weary. Now I know that few people actually, truly, believe that some overgrown ground dwelling squirrel can actually predict a seasonal shift with any meteorological certainty, however the […]

Lesson

My grandfather’s basement smells of clean, damp concrete despite it being poured in 1963. Fishing through some containers on the neatly organized upper shelves of his workbench, he pulls a leather pouch out of a Hills Brothers coffee can. I sit on a metal stool’s edge beneath a shimmering fluorescent shop light. He holds the […]

Are You Doing Everything Right? I hope not…

This must be a joke. Yet there it sat occupying my In-Box. “Ridiculous,” I said to myself. Because of that sheer ridiculousness, I deleted the email thinking it too spam-ish. “Hold on,” I thought. “Did that email actually say what I think it said in the subject line?” I un-deleted the email and from the […]

People are Strange

,/div> People are strange and becoming stranger And I don’t just mean in terms of acting strange, but more in the sense that we are becoming strangers to one another. Perhaps this was always the case but we just didn’t share or talk about being estranged or how we got that way. Estrangement seems a […]

A House of Cards

Looking for inspiration this morning, I began reading and came across an essay by Ali Schultz in which she wrote the following: As we bury ourselves in “busy,” devote ourselves to mountains of purpose and strive — overtly or subtly — for external fiscal, material, social markers of success, we hold our deck of cards […]

New Strings; New Song

Four days into the new year and we got our first snow day. Two snow days actually. The day before the storm, as is typical in Rhode Island, shoppers headed to one of two places — Stop and Shop and Home Depot. Occasionally, I’d imagine people will hit both. Milk and bread from one; generators, […]

A Sound Rarely Made

I talk too much. I claim this fact as an occupational hazard but more likely it’s a personality defect as well. Listening is hard sometimes. It’s not that I have an egotistical love of my own voice (at least that’s what I tell myself), rather I want two things: to understand and demonstrate that I […]

Scroll at Your Own Risk

My wife emailed me a link… Likely you’ve seen the post. Its been on Yahoo Parenting and on the Good Housekeeping site. It’s titled: “Estrangement Doesn’t Just Happen to ‘Bad’ Moms — It Happened to Me Too”. In the post the author discusses her son’s engagement to a young woman, their wedding plans and how everything fell […]

Big Dummy’s Revelation

Monday morning. I’m in my 8 AM composition class sitting behind a raised computer desk talking about systems. Here’s the thing — on this day I made a great cup of tea in my 21 ounce stainless steel travel mug. Before leaving the house I let steep one bag of decaf English Breakfast and one regular […]

Acceptance, meet Reluctance

So it happened: this week I turned 50. How the hell did that happen? I don’t really “feel” any different, or more grown up. I keep waiting for wisdom to descend from up on high, but that appears unlikely. Probably for the best. Chasing that need for wisdom, I realize there are a great many things in […]

Refugee No More

  If I am being honest, I’ve always had a rock-n-roll dream. Honestly, who hasn’t? I don’t play as often as I’d like, but I love my guitars. If I lack anything other than time required for devotion to my instruments, I suppose it would be drive and discipline. Maybe it’s my personality — at […]

Current

Sensible eyes could read it from the shore. Swells topped out at eighth to ten. Cross currents swung unnaturally across the sand at the waterline after each break. The cautious stood, feet buried holding boards and tugging at the edges of their wetsuits. Braver ones bounced atop the curls, waiting. This late in the season […]

Door of a Thousand Yeses

My daughter’s bedroom door makes me think of all the “No”s I’ve ever said. This is mainly because the door represents a big old “Yes!” Our house was never really huge on rules. When the kids were small we pretty much let them do whatever they wanted to their rooms with one exception — the […]

Grilled Firecracker Pork

Looking for something different to make the next time you grill? Look no further, this grilled pork is a keeper! Ingredients: 3 lb. boneless pork loin 3/4c. Sweet Baby Ray’s bbq sauce 1/3c. orange marmalade 1/2tsp. Tabasco sauce 1/2tsp. horseradish   Directions: Season pork with salt and pepper and place over indirect heat on grill. […]

The poetry of our very flesh

In Walt Whitman’s Preface to Leaves of Grass, Whitman writes: “…and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of it lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes and every motion and joint of your body.” Several weeks […]

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