“Hi Meggie,” I ask, “How was your day?”
“It was fun!” she screams. We giggle.
“What did you go?”
“I played with my friend Malaysia..,” she paused.
“What do you play with Malaysia?” I ask.
“We colored pictures,” she thinks to herself for a second, “and she likes the color green and I like the color purple. Purple is my favorite color, but I can’t color the grass purple, only green. But Malaysia, can color the grass green…” and the conversation sprouts from that point onward.

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…Or was it, “The Other Boleyn Girl” I probably botched it up. Oh well. It was a cool movie, but that isn’t the point. The point is that I have not been to a movie theatre in years. And it really is just such an amazing experience.

It was last Monday and this IM zooms across my screen:

Elizabeth: hello.
PeterKnight: hi
Elizabeth: we have a date tonight.
PeterKnight: we do?
Elizabeth: the movie starts at 7:20pm (more…)

Sitting on the commuter bus on the ride home after a tough day, I was left with no other distractions but to sit there and reflect.  I projected my thoughts out to the blank canvas outside the bus window, reviewing them over and over as though it were to change the ending of an overplayed movie.

Clearly, it had to have been one of the tougher times.  Something just had to be done – had to be an understatement.  (more…)

Megan is four and a half years old now. Time flies by so quickly and I can’t believe she’s grown so fast. She learns behaviors like a sponge and picks things up from wherever we may be. Sometimes we forget, but this constant learning is perpetual. And usually, ninety-nine percent of the time, these are normal. The other one percent, they are not so normal – but sometimes, they are just so fun.

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Elizabeth and I have become quite the American Idol buffs.  We’re big fans of the show.  Actually, I think we’ve turned into reality show junkies, but that’s a different story all together.  Anyhow, the new season just started and we’re pretty psyched.

Anyways.  Weird thing.  So Elizabeth wakes up and tells me she just had a dream where Simon Cowell was her boyfriend.  (more…)

The year was 2005.  Elizabeth somberly closed the door to our room being quiet for Megan had just started her nap.  She didn’t look up at me as she passed by in the darkened hall keeping her head down as she proceeded down the staircase.  The house was quiet – sadly so.  We had retreated back to New York City after a failed business and a failed lifestyle shift in Houston.  We were again living in my parents’ house, tucking our left over possessions away in an over-packed bedroom.  It’s not that staying at my parents’ house had negative connotations, but in this context of utter defeat, it certainly was symbolic of such.  Our dreams, our hopes, our goals, our moral as a family was being questioned.  (more…)