Breakfast with dad

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

Every parent has a go-to breakfast. In our house, my wife typically makes the before-school morning meal. Most days, I was already at work while the kids were preparing for school. I fill in on occasion with “daddy breakfasts.”

Daddy breakfasts are usually reserved for special occasions or out-of-town sojourns with the guys.



Column: Jolly senses

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

My senses are strongly connected to my memory. Something as small as a single thought can trigger a vivid recollection.

But nothing brings back a memory more intensely than four of our five senses— sound, smell, sight, and taste. Sorry, touch, you’re out of this conversation.




Graduation 2019

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

Eighteen years ago — almost to the day — my wife and I were at the hospital awaiting the birth of our second child, a son. It was one of the greatest days of my life, and at the same time, one of the scariest.

He was born at 8:08 a.m. on  Monday morning, June 4th.





NO PLACE LIKE HOME: Why live in Mississippi? Why NOT live in Mississippi?

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

A few years ago, I spent a week in Northern California with a group of people who were gathered together from all over the country. One afternoon, someone turned to me and asked, “Where do you live?”

“Mississippi,” I replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said.

“Why would you be sorry?” I asked. 



TRUE PERSPECTIVE: Visiting the American cemetery in Florence is breathtaking

By ROBERT ST. JOHN,

BARBERINO VAL D’ELSA, TUSCANY— There have probably been times in my life that I thought that I understood “sacrifice.” 

There might have been times I even though I made sacrifices. Those times probably had to do with the loss of certain creature comforts, or— more than likely— a lack of material things during leaner times.



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