Slow Going: Some Weeks I Feel Like a Nut; Some Weeks I Feel Like Two

My two girls…

“Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.” –Charles Bukowski

It’s been a strange week…somewhere between.  This is where I find myself lately.  I’ve never had much of a history…I am an American so this is not surprising.  But beyond that, I’ve personally never felt connected to any history.  I am an observer and an enthusiast, but not a participant.  This never bothered me much.  It still doesn’t.  But I’ve come to respect the comfort that it brings.  It would be comforting to have some tangible anchor that is bigger than me…bigger than my story.  It is in the transition that we question our moorings…for good or ill.  As a dad I feel I owe my daughters some sense of context.  This is tricky because we are a cobbled together family.  Our contexts are shifty things shrouded in mystery and coerced by shame.  Together we work to share ourselves with one another…to embrace life’s mystery and rise above the shame.  We are the lucky wanderers who’ve somehow have eked-out an alliance.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  All that to say: I never got around to writing a proper post this week.  I’ve been busy with all of the lunacy life counter-offers “the well laid plans of mice and of men”…