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No matter what I said to him, he refused to deny his part in the problem. He just kept looking at me with those puppy dog eyes. I knew what he was thinking. He was thinking he was still 3 and I was 7 and he could just widen his eyes and blink a few times and it would be alright. Not this time. Not when I’m 43!

Posted By Tim Childers On 11.28.2008 @ 10:24 am

Give. That’s the word for the season. Too many people are concerned with get. What did you get me? What did you get? We need to focus much more on “what can I give you?” Do you need more of me? Do you need my love? Do you need my caring, compassion, and concern? Whatever it is you need. I’m ready to give.

Posted By Tim Childers On 12.25.2008 @ 8:05 am

It is the one thing I have wanted my whole life. To belong. Instead, I sit on the sidelines and watch my life go by in silent solitude. I’m not sure why I can’t find a more enjoyable existence. Maybe belonging really isn’t what I want. Maybe I really do just want to be a spectator in my own life.

Posted By Tim Childers On 12.14.2008 @ 4:00 am

We slowly pulled the boat up to the dock. I was stretched out over the front to grab a post and tie us off when the guy behind me suddenly put the boat into reverse. Kersplash! I went flying off the front end of the boat and into the water missing the dock by only inches. Wait till I get my hands on that brother of mine!

Posted By Tim Childers On 12.16.2008 @ 10:52 am

After Christmas. Those are two of the saddest words in the English language. We spend so much time building ourselves up for the gift-giving, they food, the tree, the wrapping of presents, the opening of presents, and much, much more. But when those words, after Christmas, are finally spoken it tells of all the let downs we feel in life.

Posted By Tim Childers On 12.26.2008 @ 9:53 am

I hate to sound like a broken record, but when are you going to clean this pig sty you call a room? I’ve been after you for days and days to get this done. I’m tired of you grunting at me in response. Get it done. Get it done today. If I have to come back in here again, I’m throwing everything away that isn’t put away. Do I make myself clear?

Posted By Tim Childers On 12.20.2008 @ 12:16 pm

If I ever needed a muse, it is today. My brain is fried. My body is tired. I just want to roll back over and call it a day, but there are too many things to be done. Come on, Muse! Muse me! Muse me now!

Posted By Tim Childers On 12.05.2008 @ 3:11 am

I held her hand while she wept quietly. I wasn’t sure about the problem; I only knew that holding her hand seemed to be the only thing I could do that made any sense. We didn’t speak. Words weren’t necessary. Occasionally, I ventured a look at her face, but most of the time my eyes stayed downward, looking at the ground, afraid to commit to contact of any kind. After a while, she smiled.

Posted By Tim Childers On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am