Noah Glenn
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Many make light of the gaps in the conversations of older married couples, but sometimes those places are filled with… From The Boy, The Duck, and The Goose
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The Fourth Piece of Toast
How does one choose a breakfast food? Do we eat whatever we saw our parents eat? Or perhaps is it our best friend that influences our breakfast decisions. Perhaps our tastes simply evolve over time, and our breakfast choices with them. My choices have evolved over time. Bouts of anxiety have changed what my stomach likes. The desire to make it through the morning without getting hungry has had the most influence though.
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Families
The Hangover Cure
It was 2015. My good friend, Solomon, had just moved to Chicago. Cole, another good friend and Solomon’s childhood neighbor, jumped in the car with my wife and me. Katie was about eight months pregnant, but I was the first one to ask to stop at a rest stop. I still get a hard time for that one.
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Feast
Providing Shoulders
After being an uncle for many years, I thought parenthood would be easy. I was so naive. I had yet to change a diaper, be truly thrown up on (not spit up), and I had no idea what it truly meant to be called Dad. After becoming a dad, I have read up on my responsibilities, and it seems Fredrick Backman really has a good idea on the concept of being a father. His most famous novel may be A Man Called Ove, but his other books are excellent sources of parenting advice. In Us Against You, Backman has a quote that is always with me as a dad. “What does it take to be a good parent? Not much. Just everything. Absolutely everything.”
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Families
Perfect TV
Last night, I witnessed perfect TV. I am traditionally behind the times when it comes to TV shows. Therefore, I am just getting into Ted Lasso. Just hitting episode eight has led me to an incredible scene. For those of you catching up on Ted Lasso like me, Coach Lasso is a football coach from America that is brought in to coach a Premier League soccer team in England. The owner of the team just got the club in a divorce, and her ex-husband was clear that the club was his main love. Rebecca, the new owner, brings in Ted Lasso because he knows nothing about soccer and hopes the team will miserably fail, making her ex-husband, Rupert, devastated.
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Geeks
Ciaran and the Mystery of Mt. Croghan
There weren't always dragons in the Valley, and the Valley wasn’t always a verdant wonder. Instead, the Valley was once filled with lava from the bowels of Mt. Croghan. Mt. Croghan had been the home of dwarves as long as memories and stories had existed. They had of course mined the volcano and surrounding mountains since the beginning of their time there.
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Fiction
Imaginary Hardship
Martin Harte stared down at his ticket. At just over six pounds, it was the equivalent of four days' work in the silver mines of Ballysadare, Martin’s hometown in Ireland. Martin had a hard life. He worked hard and suffered mentally and physically from his ten hour days in the mines. Unbeknownst to those around him, Martin was schizophrenic and suffered delusions of grandeur. He boarded the Titanic thinking he was joining the sailors aboard the HMS Belfast heading for the Caribbean to crack down on privateering and pirating.
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Fiction
The Water Was Still Running
Most first responders have one or many emergencies that stick with them the rest of their life. I have seen an electrical truck take off the whole engine of a minivan with a grandpa, grandma, and their two grandchildren in the backseat. The most notable part of that experience was that the electrical truck driver had swerved hard to miss the passengers in the van, while he was also diving out of the window as his electrical truck rolled, worried that he had killed someone, even though the minivan was the vehicle that had run the stop sign.
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Fiction
Grandma’s Ruler
Memories can be particularly strong when attached to a smell. I remember the first time I mowed my maternal grandmother’s yard. The green Lawn Boy was quite heavy, the weather quite warm, but that smell is still one that can bring a smile to my face. The mixture of gas, oil, and fresh cut grass were and are intoxicating.
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Fiction