Love Never Fails

I got a wake-up call last Sunday morning to the sound of my two-year-old screaming my name over the monitor. I looked at the clock. 6:13. Her shriek was more of a morning greeting declaring that she was ready to get up rather than out of need. But doesn’t the  non-working  world sleep in on Sundays? As a parent, a full-time caregiver, a work-from-home mom – there is no sleeping in. There’s not much sleeping at all unless you go to bed after dinner. My husband works hard and occasionally his alarm goes off at 3AM. Most recently, it’s been at 4. My kids have not yet reached the age of sleep appreciation. In fact, neither one of them can go to the bathroom on their own, yet they have already decided that naps aren’t their thing. So why is my sometimes angelic, sometimes possessed daughter screaming for me just after 6 on a Sunday morning? She didn’t nap the day before which means she should sleep until at least, I don’t know, 7. I jump out of bed, brush my teeth and ent...

Consider it pure joy...whenever you face trials of many kinds - James 1:2  Whenever people ask me what I do, I tell them I am a writer. I say that even though I have spent the last 17 years working as a writer/editor/web publisher, and even tried my hand at public relations for a bit. The last five years were spent exclusively as an Associate Editor at ESPN, covering motorsports. I wish I was given the opportunity to dabble in other sports, but the chance never presented itself. Three of us were fully dedicated to the espn.com/jayski domain, with just two of us maintaining the news on a daily basis. We made it through multiple mass layoffs at ESPN, and our site continued to pull in strong page views. We felt confident as we readied for another racing season. But on January 28, ESPN decided to shut down the site. Like many others before me, I now carry the title "Former Editor at ESPN." Surprisingly, I am looking forward to seeing where this new journey takes me. W...

Today is my birthday. I am now 37-years-old. Today is different than all of my other birthdays I have had. My oldest brother Kenny went Home in April. This is my first birthday without him. Up until now, I had 36 years worth of hugs from him, and as we got older and lived states apart, calls and texts. Today, while I got many beautiful and touching messages, I lacked one. I would hear my phone and basically expect a miracle. It did not come. Instead, I replayed a voicemail he left me last year. I had to work that day. He mentioned that, but added, “The good thing is, we are on the right side of the dirt.” That was his humor. And truth. He often got disgusted with societal complaints and wished people could just be happy being upright. I am, bro, but it is taking me a while to adjust without you. That is where I am: a state of adjusting.  I miss his questionable humor. I miss his in-your-face honesty. I try to verbally kick myself in the ass like he would. Some days it w...