Archive for September 2013

I remember the first time I heard Lyle Lovett sing “Flyin’ Shoes.”  I had to play it over and over again. I especially loved the verse and chorus: Day’s full of rain The sky’s coming down again I get so tired Of these same old blues Same old song And baby it won’t be long…

[cue music] … I don’t get flowers anymore. I used to get them all the time. When we were outside and flowers were near, Andrew would always pick a few and present them to me with intense focus and an expression of undying love. [crescendo] The flowers always wilted within a few hours, but they…

“Mom, will you play foosball with me?”  Foosball.  The very last thing I wanted to do.  Sitting at my desk, I was trying to work on some airfare for my upcoming speaking engagements.  “Mom, will you?” Andrew said again. After asking for a foosball table for months, I finally bought him a nice one for…