All posts by D.A. Adams

D.A. Adams is the author of the Brotherhood of Dwarves series and the Sam Skeen saga. He received a Master of Arts in Writing from the University of Memphis in 1999 and taught college English for 16 years. He is the father to two amazing sons and resides in East Tennessee.

Wednesday Afternoon Ramblings

Perhaps I’m growing too intolerant of ignorance as I age, but I really get sick of people making the stupid jokes that go something like, “This Global Warming sure is making things cold” or “I need to go run my car to warm things up.”  Most of these jokes are from conservatives who seem to gravitate towards derision to explain away complexities they don’t want to spend the time to learn well.

It’s cold because it’s winter in the Northern Hemisphere.  This has to do with the tilt of the earth on its axis and the duration of sunlight each day during these months.  In the Southern Hemisphere right now, it’s summer, and on the continent of Australia, there has been an epic drought for most of the last decade.  This year, they happen to be getting record floods.

The phrase Global Warming was part of the title of a 1975 paper by Dr. Wallace Broecker, “Climate Change: Are We on the Brink of a Pronounced Global Warming?”  Mass Media focused on the phrase Global Warming because it’s sensational and sells more newspapers than Climate Change, but most scientists I know prefer the latter because it is more accurate in its description of the situation.  The hypothesis is that greenhouse gases generated by excessive use of fossil fuels have caused the earth to trap more heat from the sun, thus warming the oceans and creating unstable weather patterns across the entire planet.  Most scientists who do not let their political beliefs cloud their objectivity agree that something is happening to the climate that is unusual.  The only real debate among scientists either not on a payroll of an oil company or on the grassroots campaign trail for Jeb 12 is whether or not these changes to the climate are part of a natural cycle or caused by man’s activities.  My guess is that, like most things, the truth is somewhere in the middle.

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Friday Afternoon Ramblings

Well, my trip to see the boys has to postponed because of snow, not here, however.  The snow is in Georgia and South Carolina.  What are the freaking odds that on the weekend I want to go see them, we get freaking snow in the Deep South?  Such is life, I guess, and there’s no need getting too upset with Mother Nature.

So instead of playing with my sons, I’ll probably spend the weekend grading.

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Thursday Afternoon Ramblings

I’m gonna try to go see my kids this weekend.  Collin’s birthday is the 21st, but I have to be in Chattanooga that weekend for a convention, so I’ll go a weekend early and make sure they know I love them.  Trips to see and spend time with them become a cauldron of mixed emotions.  On the one hand, I love every second I get to spend in their presence.  My batteries recharge, and they make me feel like a whole person again.  Also, I know it’s good for them to have that time with me and feel my presence in their lives.  No matter how well he treats them, he’s not their father, and a boy needs to have a relationship with his father as he grows into manhood.

But on the other end of the spectrum, the trips to Jacksonville are physically and emotionally exhausting.  It’s a grueling drive down and back, and it usually takes a few days for my legs and back to stop aching.  Emotionally, the time with them with always tinged by the knowledge that too soon, the car will be silent for that long drive back, and I will have to endure another six weeks or four months without seeing them.  Those long stretches without them are impossible to describe.  Other parents who have been through it know what I mean.  I still have to live and work and find ways to survive, but there’s an emptiness inside me every moment, and I often find myself feeling lost for no particular reason.  The knowledge that the moment I am apart from them again I will have to go back to that feeling always makes the end of the visit pretty harsh.

Maybe one day, I will be able to have more time with them more frequently, and maybe the times apart won’t be so difficult.  I do know that now whenever I hear a woman complaining about her ex and how little time he spends with his kids, there’s a part of me that empathizes with him more than before.  Dealing with the separation is terrible, and reliving it each time we say good bye is more difficult than I can explain.  I can understand why some men wouldn’t be able to endure it.  I just know for me, the love and need for the boys slightly outweighs the pain, so I do endure it for them.

But it’s not easy.