Category: Ralph’s Letters

Miracle

To my daughter, I’ve been thinking about miracles lately. It’s nearly all I think about. You see, daily, often multiple times a day, people reach out to me to use some variation of the phrase “she’s a miracle.” They’re talking about you. At 13 days old, you stopped drawing breaths, and your heart ceased to…

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Fight the Tide

To my oldest son, There comes a time when every boy, on his way to becoming a young man, must try and fight the tide. It may take several battles, or it may take just once, but we all have to come to terms with the fact that the waves aren’t ours to control. Until…

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Minivan

Sons- There are plenty of things in this world that carry with them a stigma of adult surrender, perhaps none more than the loaf of wheat bread-on-wheels, aka, the minivan. Your mother and I did what we could to avoid waiving the white flag on our youth, while still addressing the basic transportation needs of…

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In A Moment

Sons- I’ve been sitting at the computer quite a bit lately. The writing opportunities have been picking up, so in the intervals between dropping you off and picking you up from school, I sit at the keyboard, pecking away and staring into the glow of the screen until my eyes cry for mercy and I’m…

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