“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.”

  • Robert Frost’s last lines of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

Passageway by Tim Wright

Choosing Your Passageway

I’ve been thinking about how we choose our paths and how we often can’t see over the bend, like this picture, to even know what is next. How many times the woods are dark and deep.

It has been said by people closest to me that my tombstone

I could never…

When my co-worker’s daughter was diagnosed with cancer, the whispered phrase that surrounded her was, “I could never do that.” Two years later, one of the whisper’s three year old daughter also developed cancer, many a parents greatest fear*.

I theorize the reason we say, “I could never…” is we are trying to tell God-the-universe-and-everything:

“Don’t even try it, because if you do, I’ll break.

And you don’t want that do you?

Give that burden to someone stronger than me, someone patient,

This One Time

This one time while my mom was a bartender, she served drinks to Lou Gossett Jr., another time she served Bill Murray.

mom and me with captionThis one time my mom and I camped in the Black Hills, just a little out of the way. We pitched a tent and turned on a battery powered radio. She taught me how to Texas Two Step on the dirt road, and Boozer, her giant dog, danced along.

This one time I asked my mother if it

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