one small step
In the NICU, James had a therapist named Phil who once told me, “Walking is just controlled falling.” Somewhere in between holding on and lunging forward comes a step or two in the right direction.
Finding a home: Part 1
About 70 days ago, my Facebook status was: Friday night : finding a replacement for Gino’s Pizza :: Sunday morning : finding a replacement for Orlando Grace. Both endeavors have left me hoping there’s something else out there. All the colons, above, are the Aristotelian notation for an analogy. Since 2005, I understand analogies have [...]
up in the air
Patient readers have endured my rambling about wealth management and Abby’s meditation on Dora and aging, and you are thinking: where is the main attraction? I will try to remedy this. One of the fun things about the small town atmosphere is the variety of small town things to do. We already wrote about Fiddle [...]
what John’s been up to
Wow. It’s been over two months since I wrote a blog post—how neglectful! Well, my excuse is that April and May, even when they aren’t compromised by a sudden relocation to another part of the country, are really crunch-time for CFA Candidates preparing for their exams. That’s the Chartered Financial Analyst program, for those those [...]
how a Baggins says goodbye
This I posted today to our church’s blog: Abby and I are struggling to say our goodbyes to many in Orlando whom we’ve grown very close to. We feel a deep sense of loss as we wonder how to respond to Tim’s post, or to Carissa’s post, or to Tonya’s photographic E-News tribute, or to [...]
