(Disclaimer: My thoughts are scattered these days. Trying to put together a coherent narrative is hard. Please be kind with any criticism of my rambling. These are my thoughts and feelings as I’m experiencing them in real-time.) I feel like I’m caught in a rip current of sadness and grief. It’s a funny thing, grief. It’s like an insidious wave of water just waiting to pull me from safety and stability. Lately, everything has become a trigger. EVERYTHING. Songs, leftovers in the fridge, memories, pictures, driving, soccer games, groceries…like I said, everything. We spent last weekend driving to and from upstate NY to return Momma-Koog home after watching the boys for us the prior weekend. I drove E-Koog, Mrs. Koog and Momma-Koog last Friday night. B-Koog, the newly minted Leader of his Scout Patrol, was at a Camporee last weekend. Anyway, we picked up E-Koog from school at lunchtime and got on the road for the 7 hour ride to the 518. About 25 miles into the drive, I bega
This blog began when I was 33, now I’m in my early 50’s. My immaturity and good looks game remain strong. I live with my wife, twin boys and a 130lb Great Dane mix in the DC area. This blog is dedicated to them, each one a muse (or foil) depending on the day; reminding me the abundance of love and blessings I am fortunate enough to have, observe and document. The views published here are my own and all content (written or photos) are mine! Someday, I will grow up, just not today.