I’ve been broken. And, by broken, of course I mean, an emotional, tear-shedding, reaching-for-the-Kleenex, sniffling, blubbering fool.
As my kids were watching the PBS series, “The Cat in the Hat Knows a lot About That” this morning, an epiphany burst into my brain like a speeding train! Yes, a speeding train. I said to myself, “That cat reminds me very much of The Doctor in the BBC series, ‘Doctor Who.'”
When I found out Friday afternoon that Adam “MCA” Yauch passed away, it hit my heart like someone had ran up to me unexpectedly clobbered me in the chest.
What if, after I named my children, I decided a week later that the name I chose just wasn’t cutting it?
The world is tuned in together over something not of violent nature, political or religious unrest, but of enjoyable fun and encouragement of and for the human race.
I had to insist that he save the book for later and play in the back yard with his brother.
Don’t laugh, but I have Ben Stiller on the brain. He’s been hangin’ around in there for well over a week now.
Wake up. Play. Eat. Play. Eat. Play. Eat. Play. Sleep.
It must have been a totally different experience growing up as a boy in the 1980s.
The Hunger Games. That was the title that I read on the cover, then set it down on the coffee table and walked away.