My Fortune (And Hoping I’m Doing It Right)

Had to make one more entry. It's 12 AM here in Philly. While I muse, my son is slumbering happily, in a world I've helped create for him in which he finds little but joy and contentment. My wife is a bit stressed, but she's drifting off to sleep in a world in which she … Continue reading My Fortune (And Hoping I’m Doing It Right)

Social Interactions With Others And The Prism Of That Light Within All (And How I’m Learning To Refract It)

Before I start, these quotes (and a Billy Joel song) came to mind as I was writing: All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, - William Shakespeare, "As You Like It"   It … Continue reading Social Interactions With Others And The Prism Of That Light Within All (And How I’m Learning To Refract It)

Using My Pain To Encourage My Wife’s Joy

While I was studying with my son yesterday, my wife went to meet a group of strong, independent women. The women who go keep a journal of their dreams and they share them and discuss them with each other, as well as give mutual support. I don't mind my wife going out and doing things … Continue reading Using My Pain To Encourage My Wife’s Joy

Day 2, Round 2: Helping My Son By Fighting Myself

I guess anxiety has become a theme with me the past few days. As a friend has recently commented, it's a daily struggle, not something to be casually ignored or tossed aside. This is very true and I hope I didn't give the impression it's easily dealt with. One example for me is working with … Continue reading Day 2, Round 2: Helping My Son By Fighting Myself

Mutual Misunderstandings And Wounds…But Also Devotion And Love

I feel better than I did when I made my last entry. Writing helps. Also, it's sunny and 75 degrees today (in February!). But I thing which really helps is my wife. As always, when I pick my son up, he calls my wife. As they were talking, I thought about how supportive she's been … Continue reading Mutual Misunderstandings And Wounds…But Also Devotion And Love