‘when country wasn’t cool’ – some initial ideas for a country song a la john prine (shya, i wish :/)

When my last old lady left me
When she told me we were through
She busted my ol’ guitar
And my Waylon LP’s too
She said that she was fed up
Shackin’ up with this ol’ fool
Who wishes he was country
When country wasn’t cool

After that I packed my boxes
And to Dubuque I bid adieu
I headed down to Austin
Now there’s a town with a better view
I claimed an empty beat-up bar stool
In a dive fit for a fool
Who wishes he was country
When country wasn’t cool

Well, I was sippin’ bourbon whiskey
Ol’ Buck Owens on the juke
When I heard the sweet, sweet shufflin’
Of your sequined snake-skin boots
I turned and saw your figure
Figured here’s another fool
Who wishes she was country
When country wasn’t cool

I finally found me a woman
Who agrees a pleasin’ time
Is a pickup truck and eight-tracks
Of Gene Autry and John Prine
But I wait for my next heartbreak
For it’s the fate of every fool
Who wishes he was country
When country wasn’t cool

Leave a comment

Posted by on 25th April, '11 in Music


…like a seed

Leave a comment

Posted by on 30th March, '11 in Moses, Tweets


may 31!

Iron & Wine at The Crystal Ballroom!

Put a bird on it, Sam.

Leave a comment

Posted by on 26th March, '11 in Good Music


baby sea turtles

Moses and I just finished watching some of BBC’s Planet Earth series – which, by the way, never ceases to amaze (and mesmerize) me. During one of the segments, Moses was especially captivated by the baby sea turtles. He perked up when they first arrived, newly hatched, on the screen, their adorable little flippers teetering across the beach’s sand. And when they made their fateful (and for many, fatal) journey into the violent ocean tide, he began to cry. A number of times after that segment was over, Moses would turn to me and tell me he loved and missed the sea turtles and tears would again well up in his eyes and he would bury his head in my chest.

Later, when getting into bed, he expressed again his love for those turtles and had the closest thing to an emotional breakdown I’ve ever seen him have. Granted the heightened emotions are surely in part due to the tiredness that is the result of a long and eventful day but it was still no doubt heart-felt and very touching. I suggested he try to fall asleep and dream of baby sea turtles. He nodded, thinking this was a good idea, laid down, and fell immediately to sleep.

O, if we could all have the simple compassion and love of a three-year old.

Maybe that’s what I’ll dream about. Good night.

Leave a comment

Posted by on 19th March, '11 in Moses



This morning, on our way to Moses’ school, he and I were excited to stop and join a local construction workers’ strike. We stood in the line and chanted with them: “Exploitation’s not the way! Give the workers better pay!” You’re never too young to learn solidarity. Now Wisconsin, you need any feisty 3-year-old revolutionaries?

1 Comment

Posted by on 12th March, '11 in Moses



I’ve been reading recently through the old blog posts that chronicled our adoption process. It’s amazing how many details I’d already forgotten. Maybe its my coping mechanisms at work, but I’d even started to forget just how challenging and frustrating and sorrowful the journey often was. Oh but what a precious story it is – ultimately one of love and hope and joy and miracles! And oh the wonderful people, both in Malawi and in the US, who were there, caring for us and rooting us on. I’m reminded that Moses’ middle name, Wetu, means Ours – as in he belongs not just to himself and not just to his parents but he belongs to the community. As I read these old posts, I am grateful for my beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy and for the community to whom we belong.

Here are the posts if you’re interested:

Leave a comment

Posted by on 4th March, '11 in Moses


may 5!

Leave a comment

Posted by on 4th March, '11 in Good Music

%d bloggers like this: