“I’ve only touched the fog three times before” he told me from the backseat.“Is that it?” I asked, downshifting as we turned the corner.“I think so, once on Mt. Roberts and once skiing up on the ridge and once at the park, remember you said it was a morning soup?”“I remember.”The marine layer was thick … Continue reading Catching Fog
Time to learn
the boys dropped off at school the dog walked and fed the fire nursed now roaring and me here beside it dads need time to learn stories told by silent houses poetry books and content dog looks
Brief Update on the Life of My Parents
By Finnegan Turner Lamb "Mama.....working" "Daa.....sleeping" ____ Finn speaks highly of us with his limited vocabulary a combination of baby sign language first words and dimple laden facial expressions with sparse language he reduces our complicated, cluttered lives to zen simplicity we sleep we work repeat but i add reminding him we play we love
Remembering Christmas
I used to be the Grinch would gripe and groan and green my way through the holiday season but that got old and people got tired of hearing me complain. A father now,I'm confronted with the question, Am I obligated to the preservation of the fat man down the chimney mythology for my son? Last night, while … Continue reading Remembering Christmas
Sometimes he is my eyes
in mist in mountains with finnegan a year now he's growing heavier and stronger and so am i, carrying him most of the time on the steep rocky trails legacy of miners leading into backyard wilderness this morning though sleepy-eyed finnegan's sight is keen language forming in sharpening brain begins to shape thought and observation … Continue reading Sometimes he is my eyes
Jonas Lamb 