AUTHENTICALLY His

My four-year-old son sat at the kitchen table eating his dinner of fish sticks and green beans, wearing a pair of underwear on his head, one of his sister’s purple sequined cardigan sweaters, and sporting no pants and no shirt. Grace said, “Why are you wearing my purple sweater?” I said, “Where are your pants?”Continue reading “AUTHENTICALLY His”

REPEATEDLY His

Don’t cry over spilled coffee. Unless you’re sick. And running late. And barely pull yourself together so you can pick your child up from school and take your sick self to your child’s well-child appointment (irony) where you don a mask to protect others … only to find out the appointment was canceled and rescheduledContinue reading “REPEATEDLY His”

BEHOLDENLY His

Unexpected tears dropped down onto the freshly-written gift tag with the Santa Claus face on it, smearing the words: To j4, From Mom and Dad. “j4” is the abbreviation I use for my youngest child, my son, John Wallace Carlson, IVth. We still call him “Johnathan,” but years ago, exactly like his Daddy did beforeContinue reading “BEHOLDENLY His”

VERBOSELY His

“Sometimes we get to change a broken world with our words.” Tom Hanks (as Mister Rogers) in “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood” As a writer, I can’t think of a more inspiring quote than this one. Believing my words somehow matter and that they might affect positive change keeps me – and hundredsContinue reading “VERBOSELY His”

BELIEVINGLY His

My four-year-old ran towards the water of the mall fountain, unable to contain his awe and excitement. “I want to THROW something!” he exclaimed, bouncing up and down in front of the small spectacle. His big sister started rummaging around in her tiny, shiny little-girl purse and pulled out a single penny for him. “MakeContinue reading “BELIEVINGLY His”