Michael J LarsonDust Behind the DoorMy grandmother had soft hands and perfect curls. Her clothes and couch and cheeks were pink. She cooked and spoke simply, with truth and…Jan 24, 2018Jan 24, 2018
Michael J LarsonSnow DaySnow fell today. Slowly, like the first soft notes of a symphony. It built up over the hours, dancing through verse and chorus, unhurried…Jan 22, 2018Jan 22, 2018
Michael J LarsonPaths Through the SnowChicago in January is gray. The heaviness of winter worn out already from a white Christmas. It washes away to a dirty drab, curbs are a…Jan 12, 2018Jan 12, 2018
Michael J LarsonPracticing Parenthood: The Dad I Hope To BeThe day my son crashes the car or my eldest has too much to drink or one of them cries themselves to sleep, I ache to be there for them.Jan 5, 2018Jan 5, 2018
Michael J LarsonFighting Perfection With Paper PlatesI have four kids, but I’ve never had two. The day after my oldest turned three, my wife gave birth to twins. Twins aren’t twice the work…Oct 27, 2017Oct 27, 2017
Michael J LarsonStop Settling For Fun-Sized SignificanceLet’s unwrap a piece of nostalgia.Oct 27, 2017Oct 27, 2017
Michael J LarsonNo Instagram Before Breakfastand Other Habits to Start Your Day RightOct 4, 2017Oct 4, 2017