Something wrong in my thinking

Something wrong in my thinking

At 9:15pm, I exited the bathroom into the hallway between my kids’ rooms. After hearing myself thinking two thoughts, I knew something was seriously wrong.   At about 9:00, fifteen minutes earlier, Jane and I had put each kid to bed, read to them, kissed each one...

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Wisdom Biscuit

Wisdom Biscuit

What's in a name? I loved the title WISDOM BISCUIT. It fit what I was thought I was doing... giving people something: good for you tasty satisfying Jane never liked the name. She was right. It's cute and ditracts from the importance of the message. So, I'm retiring...

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Anatomy of a soul

Anatomy of a soul

Soul Recently a neighbor came up to me and said,:  "A Jewish friend told me Judaism doesn’t believe in a soul and that when you are dead you are dead. Can you help?" I thought I would share my answer.   The first 3/4 of this article is a bit academic. The last...

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Have hope anyhow.

Have hope anyhow.

  Humanity Our world seems mad, frightening. Out of alignment. Brexit, windmill cancer, Mueller, global warming, and more.   I get really scared. I'm sure you do too.   You'd have to be especially disconnected to not feel the...

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Crying with love:
the third time I finally cried

The first time

I had been having a very rough time and was telling the checkout woman at Trader Joe’s about it. I found myself filled with emotions. She had asked me, as checkers do, how I was doing.

I asked, “Do you want the truth?” 

Meo looked me in the eye as she was scanning the frozen meat balls and said lovingly, “I scan food all day…I’ll take some truth.” I confessed to her, a stranger to me at this point, about Jane’s virus and how the family system had been shattered, how I was a mess, how I didn’t know how much longer I could take it, how it felt like a nightmare, but I was getting through it.

Unbeknownst to me while I was sharing, Meo had caught the eye of a co-worker who brought over a bouquet of flowers. She handed them to me and she said “These are from all of us at Trader Joe’s with hopes that your life gets a little easier.” I almost burst out crying at that moment. Instead I just squeaked out in a small voice, “I have to go right now.” And I left.

While putting the groceries into the trailer behind my bike, I wondered, why didn’t I just cry? It would have been so beautiful. I pondered the societal pressure that people, especially men, shouldn’t cry in public.

The second time

About two weeks later, I was sitting on an airplane in a middle seat, between two women and watching the movie Hidden Figures on a small screen in front of me.  It’s a beautiful movie. I was so touched that I felt myself about to weep, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t let myself do it.

Again, I thought, this is strange. I wanted to cry but didn’t.

The third time

Two weeks after that, a Sunday on which we didn’t have plans, Emmett asked me in the morning to see Guardians of the Galaxy 2, and I agreed to take him. To be honest, I didn’t really want to go see it. But, when I told him I would take him to the 9:35 show, he lit up. He was so excited and asked, “Can I invite Ben?” “Of course you can invite Ben.” “Oh, Sam wants to see it, too.”

The four of us drove to The Clackamas Town Center. They were being boys. I wasn’t involved in their conversation. I was driving and realized that my son is growing up. He is finishing fourth grade, and I am now the driver. He doesn’t really need me to see the movie. He needs me to drive him. I’m the driver.

I asked the kid selling tickets if it was ok for me to not go in and instead sit in the lobby. The three kids ran in.

I sat there in the lobby of the theater. I started not to cry, but to weep.

I am not needed. My son is getting older. Life is happening so fast.

I wept and wept honestly.

I don’t know what it looked like to anyone passing by. Maybe they thought I got really bad news. Maybe they thought something else. I don’t know. I don’t know if anyone even really paid attention to me, 47 years old, weeping in the lobby.

I wondered, as I sat there, if there was a time when my own father sat outside of something weeping for the same reason: realizing that his son was growing up. Of course, if that had happened at the time, I would never have noticed because I was a boy and I had just run ahead.

Being human

We are human beings. We are filled with emotion. It is our birthright; it is part of who we are to have a full experience of this life and to cry in public when we need.

With love,


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