Took me fifteen years
What I thought was my career
Really just a job
Look! The kite flies high
Soaring proud with our spirits
Watch out for that tree!
Does she really think
Dinosaurs lived with humans?
Voters need to know
Let's carve the pumpkins
Make them funny and scary
Their faces glow at night
Just two little puffs
One burst of air in each eye
Pop, pop, and it's done
Check my messages
Voice mail, e-mail piling up
No time to respond
Put drops in her eyes
Three times a day for five days
She’s sure to sit still
Bad for our country
Socialist, terrorist, snob
Fear him or the words?
Twenty by twenty
A really big times table
He loves the patterns
I love him so much
But hate the tension we share
Must he act my way?
I had a meltdown
Shaking with weakness and fear
Said things I regret
Can't get enough sleep
Wife snoring and breathing loud
How much will I age?
Nine years of marriage
Life much diff'rent than before
What will next nine bring?
The Cub Scouts promise
To do their duty to God
We’ll just skip that part
Running and laughing
Lifting, flipping, flying free
Who let the dogs out?
Need to find the thing
That gives value and purpose
Nothing I do now
Feeling confident
In control and capable
Until the phone rings
Don't like Home Depot
No help and no help buttons
Go to Lowe's instead
Some grown-ups believe
God's an old man in the sky
Some little boys don't
A day at the zoo
Fresh popcorn and pony rides
My daughter and me
I yelled at my wife
Angry at the way she spends
No thought of budget
Fundamentalists
Deciding our nation’s fate
Scares me really bad
Markets in turmoil
Banks failing, stocks tumbling down
Is our money safe?
How can I explain?
Matters of conscience and pride
To my six-year-old?
Rolling hills of life
Strange yet starkly beautiful
Monarchs come to roost
Old men who can't hear
Fading slow in noisy rooms
It all dies with them
Our most pressing need
Energy independence
Will decide my vote
My next book haunts me
It’s ambitious and complex
And too close to home?
Don’t be so stupid
You’re an adult not a child
More grown up than most
Three in the morning
My son crawls into our bed
No more sleep tonight
Don’t bug me today
Not now, I’m already swamped
Goodbye, I love you
