Author: Tony Farrell

It’s not that I’m cheap – though others living under this roof would be only too glad to say that I am. And don’t mistake me for one of those…

We’ll fly above the clouds and across the starry sky once we’re snug inside our pint-sized pirate ship. But before we get to take our ride on Peter Pan’s Flight,…

How long has it been? Twenty years? Well, it’s great to see you again after all this time. And look, here’s a corner table that’s got our name on it.…

You search my face for an answer, a reason, some meaning to what has happened, but I have no words to make things better, no way to make it right.…

You’d think I’d know better than to fall for the same face twice. But here I am again, hooked on those big, brown eyes, that wagging tail, the shiny, tri-color…

Uh-oh, she’s making those sounds again – the grumbling, the whining, the full-throttle complaining. I’ve tried to ignore it, but it’s not fair to put her off any longer, especially…

He’s downstairs on the computer. She’s up in her room checking Instagram. Mom is deep into another book on her iPad. And me? I’m glued to a tiny smartphone, checking…

You would think resourceful children born in our digital age would know how to find a simple phone number. But if my kids are any guide, basic skills that were…

So look what I found. Here, on the top shelf, behind the gravy boat, next to the porcelain teacups we never use. It’s an old sippy cup, scuffed and scratched…

Here on the icy summit, I don’t mind telling you what’s flashing through my mind: Do my legs still have it in them? After all, it’s been almost 20 years…

Dear Santa, Yes, that’s right. It’s me. After all these years. You were probably expecting letters from my children, weren’t you? Well, keep your eye out; they’ll be along shortly.…

Left, right, left, right – okay, now I’m in the groove. Just keep the stride going for ten more minutes, and the treadmill odometer will hit that magic three-mile mark.…