My Firstborn Hits 22, How is this Possible?

There is just no way I went from looking at pictures of your Kindergarten graduation Monday morning, to having a beer with you Monday night. Photos of you in a fireman’s hat, a conductor’s cap, sleeping in your stroller. Really? Twenty two years? I don’t feel old enough for that. Well, then again, my feet…

Another Proud Pops Post

I’ve talked a lot here on the Dad Poet blog about how proud my sons make me. But I hope you’ll indulge me in another proud pops post. Pops, that’s what Jo, my oldest calls me. “Does it make you feel old?” he asks. “Yes,” I reply. “Seriously?” “No, not really. I kinda like it.”…

Another Proud Pops Story

That’s what he calls me when he says  hello on the phone, or when he hugs me goodbye, “Pops.” Somehow it doesn’t really make me feel old, though he is in the middle of his college career now, making the grades and as always, making me proud. I was never good at sports myself, though…

Tornado Watches and University Exams

I was heading north to stay over at my sons’ house tonight because the oldest and youngest are heading south so that Josiah can take his Praxis exams. Currently they are parked under a bridge as a severe band of Thunderstorms are passing over. I have stayed home, and plan on driving north in the…