Author: Paul Armstrong

My ears are perked and listening, as they always should be. As we grow older, we become more aware of the world around us. Of our inner struggles, of our outer scars, the burden of a fallen nature, the cycle of pain and redemption. I’ve been here before. The time is new, the setting altered,…

CIVA is done, it’s finally done! And by done I mean that it’s not done (but the site good enough to be “live”). I’ll have to make (continual) changes. I’ve looked so long at the site that I’m bored and unhappy with it. But the milestone of having something easier to change, easier to update,…

Our TV broke on Saturday. We’re watching our portable car DVD player. We can’t afford a new one. Any time soon. Nor can we afford much for that matter. We can’t pay mortgage. Or utilities. Or bills. We have $0. ‘Tis a lovely a thing to work and work and struggle day in and day…

I’m here on my way to Orlando (via Fort Lauderdale) at the very back of a small plane. My butt hurts. I can’t stand up all the way, but I can see out the window. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve flown, since right before September 11 and I can’t help but think all my…

As is usual in our life, we\’re at another money crisis point. It seems every 3 months or so clients either refuse to pay or pay incredibly slowly, and typically the higher the invoice, the longer they take to pay. We’re down to about $262. I would like to say I’m calm, but I’m not….

My least favorite season is winter. Winter in Ohio. Winter in Cincinnati. If the days and months were filled with snow (and occasional sun), I’d sense a glimpse of relief. Endless days of cold, darkened sky gray wears upon me like a burden. With snow there is brightness, and silent comfort; even amongst the umbrella…

I know much (well, all really) of what I post is very domestic and bland daily life rambling, but this is what I’ve become. A father. A husband – working at home, struggling, striving, learning, laughing and crying through the grand experiment of life – guided by our inadequacies, failings and faith that God has…

I just downed a few nips of NyQuil, and now am just waiting for a glassy haze and some rest. My whole body is a quivery, shivery, achy lump. The feeling that everything is not quite real, or happening. Sounds seem similar, yet old and worn, like a memory; and I half expect to walk…