Joshua B. DurhamLate SpringA poem about warm weather, sprinklers, and growing oldJul 9, 2023Jul 9, 2023
Joshua B. DurhamTwo Weeks Ago, We Took Our Daughter To College. Today, She Comes Home.On that big day, when we took our first-born child to college, no moment moved me to write. No memories of our baby girl moved me to tears…Aug 21, 2020Aug 21, 2020
Joshua B. DurhamA Promise Kept, A Smile, And Our Last Lunch Ever In Elementary SchoolI wouldn’t have missed this day for anything.Jun 6, 20191Jun 6, 20191
Joshua B. DurhamMy Wife Suggested We Replace Our Thomas The Train Coffee Table, And I Just Can’t Handle It“They’re two, they’re four, they’re six, they’re eight.” I used to believe those words referred to each of the engines’ numbers, but I…Feb 14, 2019Feb 14, 2019
Joshua B. DurhamOn The Passings Of Time And Our Resident WrenI must be more open to being distracted. Or else the time will take with it so many memories that will never be made.Sep 27, 2018Sep 27, 2018
Joshua B. DurhamTo The Children Playing Thirteen Stories Below: Escape!It's the happiest part of my day, watching these children play with such youthful abandon. But it also breaks my heart.Aug 14, 2018Aug 14, 2018
Joshua B. DurhamPOEMS (AND ADVICE) FOR MY KIDSAnd, yes, these are indeed my kids.Feb 19, 2018Feb 19, 2018
Joshua B. DurhamOf Neverland And Turtle Time“Of course Neverland had been make-believe in those days; but it was real now . . . .” J.M. BarrieJun 18, 2017Jun 18, 2017