Tag: stress

Resting Dad Face

Your kid is watching. You can’t scream. You can’t yell. You can’t say all the bad things you’re dying to say.

I knew what was coming. I think you do too. Her goodbye that day would be her final one.

Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.

Sure, there were times that I was wrong. It wasn’t every time, though.

Even if I convince them of the truth today, they’ll just believe another lie tomorrow.

Nebulizer? Medicine? What? What does this kid need? Even if he could speak, I might not know.

I may have enlightenment, but that’s a very different thing than having control.

OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.

Zen’s great. But sometimes it’s OK to be like, “What the…?!”

In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.