“I’m gonna push my life today”

Music is a minefield. I often come close to that idiot teenager who thought every song was mocking him when he got dumped.

Lenny Kravitz’s “Push,” has a lot more than a couple lines that hit home. It doesn’t speak to every moment I live, but it accurately describes my current mindset. Things aren’t easy, but I’m trusting in God and determined to push through each day. I get up early and I see the Kingdom past the beasts and the darkness.

Also, Mary would really dig shirtless Lenny in the video.

Push

It’s barely morning
Cars are roaring
The city’s moving fast


My momma’s calling
But I’m stalling
Living in the past


It’s time to face the world in front of me
And make the best of this reality


I’m gonna push my life today
Push to make a better way
Gonna push ’cause I got to carry on


I’m gonna push the clouds away
Push so I can see the way
Gonna push until I find my way home


The jungle’s swarming
Beasts are crawling
They’re all along my path


But God’s adoring,
Love is pouring
I’m gonna take a bath


I am swimming in a violent sea
Trying to find out who I’m gonna be


I’m gonna push my life today
Push to make a better way
Gonna push ’cause I got to carry on


I’m gonna push the clouds away
Push so I can see the way
Gonna push until I find my way home


I can feel it come together
I know God has a plan, oh yeah


Oh, I see the kingdom through the shadows
But it’s all gonna pass
I’m gonna push
‘Cause my Lord ain’t gonna let it last


I’m gonna push my life today
Push to make a better way
Gonna push ’cause I got to carry on, oh yeah


I’m gonna push the clouds away
Push so I can see the way
Gonna push until I find my way home
I’m gonna push ’till my Lord brings me home


Oh oh, oh yeah
‘Till I find my way home

-Lenny Kravitz

God bless,

Jason

A Vision of Great Hair

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I haven’t had more than two dreams about Mary since her passing. As vividly fantastical and confusing as my dreams have been, sleep has been a safe harbor from direct memory.

I have had waking visions. The most poignant was when I witnessed Mary’s soul going to Heaven. As her annual Dewey Beach Girl’s Weekend approaches, I’d like to tell you about another one that’s a bit more fun.

It’s pretty simple. From a distance I saw Mary standing with Jesus, looking off in the other direction. As the scene drew nearer I noticed some interesting details of Jesus’s appearance. He was broad-shouldered and bare-chested. His long hair was up in a man bun. I never saw their faces, but I know her smile was also broad, holding back that laugh. She was letting me know that she’s just fine, that being with Jesus is even better than we dreamed.

God bless,
Jason

Loud, Dirty, Stinky Education

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Demolition derbies, dirt tracks, drag races, stock cars, monster trucks…these are the things that excite children young and old.

Our area is hosting some amazing motor sports events between September 13th and 16th. 

To kick-off the weekend, FirstEnergy Stadium in Reading, Pennsylvania will be home to the Mopar Mega Block Party on Thursday the 13th. This free event starts at 4:00pm with monster truck rides and a car crush by Raminator and will include everything from race simulators to a bounce house to live music. The night will be capped off with a fireworks show wrapping before 10:00pm.

The Dodge National Hot Rod Association (NHRA) Nationals will happen from the 13th to the 16th at Maple Grove Raceway in Mohnton, Pennsylvania, and feature the loudest and fastest cars you will ever see. There is a free education program on September 14th for ages 13 and up that includes a ticket to the race. Beyond this program, there are great learning opportunities for the curious child. These men and women love to talk about their cars and you can get a semester of STEM in the pits before a race.

If that isn’t enough noise and action for you, Bridgeport Speedway in Swedesboro, New Jersey, will feature the Monster Truck Throwdown on September 15th and 16th with EIGHT trucks competing for glory. Head over to Groupon for discounted tickets. Don’t forget to get there early to see the trucks up close, these man-made beasts are amazing.

If you haven’t been to events like these they can seem a little intimidating. But as long as you’ve got water, sunscreen, and ear protection, they can be a lot of fun. Generally, the spectators are relaxed and there are plenty of breaks in the action to get ice cream or take a walk away from track side.

If you’re still not convinced, take a look at Creamery Tire’s Customer Appreciation Day in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, on September 23rd. The iconic Bigfoot will be the highlight of a fun, free, family-friendly day. The day starts at 4:00pm with fireworks at 8:00pm. Getting to see just one monster truck crush cars in front of you will give you the bug to see more.

Inspecting the carnage.
Crushing off into the sunset.

God bless,
Jason

Lighting Fires

This has been a big week. I skated along the edge of disaster and took on three new responsibilities that mean a lot to me and provide me the opportunity to create value for others. I can’t rate them as each is aligned with my passions.

The invitation to write for Macaroni Kid Wilmington-Newark-New Castle gives me a tangible way to share and promote many of the enriching experiences our area has to offer. Nothing in my life is expressly separate from our grief journey, but this will be much more than the story of us “moving on.”

As a volunteer Community Outreach Moderator for Homeschool Delaware I’ll be able to create formal relationships with many of the local educational resource providers that we already know and love. I’ll also get to form new relationships and build connections between the home-education community and the wider world. There are many local resources not being exploited during the school day. I believe that home education is for all; not necessarily full time, but as a lifestyle outside of school. By facilitating more programs directed at smaller groups of children with broader age ranges, I believe we can benefit families of all educational stripes.

I’m also back in a managing role with Classics II, the over-30, co-recreational soccer team that has meant so much to me in the last ten years. My late wife was my co-manager, accountant, cheerleader, roster adviser, inspiration to stay fit and play hard (she wasn’t easily impressed, it was my greatest joy when she was), and confidant. A couple great friends and teammates have stepped up to help me lead the team again. 

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There are FOUR new responsibilities! I’m coaching a FIRST Lego League Jr. team. I’m not quite an AFOL (okay, maybe I am), but my sons are insane for the bricks and programming, so this is the best game in town. We finally received all the materials and will start sharing that journey here as well.

So yeah, I could use some of your prayers. 

God bless,
Jason

Who Is Delaware Dad?








Who is Delaware Dad?

When our second son was born seven years ago my wife and I decided that I would leave my job as a proofreader and editor to take care of our boys. Exploring our world with these wide-eyed wonders quickly became my calling. We visited museums, zoos, parks, and any place that would admit us. I saw the unexpected connections the boys made between our expeditions, read aloud sessions, and play time. “Unexpected” would be a good title for the rest of the story. We watched how they learned and decided to try home education. We analyzed the trials and tribulations, looked at the results, and fell in love with the lifestyle. Smaller in material ways, but seemingly boundless in love and learning.

We became libertarians, then Christians. We put God, family, love, and learning at the center of our universe and it seemed to be working out.

Then my wife, Mary, got the flu. She was healthy and strong by any standard. She went to her doctor, we went to urgent care, we went to the emergency department, we went back to the emergency department. She was gone six days later.

Delaware Dad was born shortly before Mary’s passing. I wanted to share our experiences with home education, my love of Delaware and the tri-state area, and help other families find their own adventures. I am so excited and grateful to be able to write for Macaroni Kid. We haven’t stopped exploring, learning, and loving.

God has given us an unexpected life. One that I believe is worth sharing and can help others. Feel free to reach out to me on Facebook to share your local favorites, educational opportunities, and any questions you may have about our grief journey. I look forward to bringing the best Delaware has to offer to you and your family.

God bless,
Jason Zerbey

Growing Through the Damage

Mary’s favorite magnolia is planted too far north. In winter we would find ourselves with brooms in a snow storm knocking the snow and ice from the leaves and branches that carried too much weight. At times I thought it was folly. This tree seemed so strong that any damage would surely be minor. Indeed, after particularly hard winters, it would bloom longer and more beautifully.

In the wake of Mary’s death, God gave me a sense of strength to rival that tree. He also gave us a March storm. I waited too long to clear the accumulating snow. I heard the crack of a low branch and cursed my pride. I let Mary’s memory chide me and I felt stupid and small as I scrambled up and down the icy branches to prevent any more harm.

The break was significant and the branch needed to be removed properly. It was also in full view of the picture window, a reminder that I wasn’t taking care of everything. And yet, I didn’t get to it. I’ve got a lot of excuses, but maybe I liked that reminder to keep my pride in check.

Spring and summer continued on in a dreamlike road trip and the half-snapped branch awaited my return.

It’s late July before I inspect the break again and resolve to prune the unhealthy limb. But it doesn’t look unhealthy. All the leaves are green and there’s…a bloom? This is the shady side of the tree and I’ve never observed any blooms there before. In July? It’s usually done blooming in early June.

The limb is low, but not touching the ground; the break is splintered and bent, but not worsening; and the tree just looks happy.

I brought the fragrant, unlikely bloom inside and placed it a bowl with water and some of the rocks my sons had collected on our road trip. I’m a born romantic, new believer, and sucker for a good metaphor.

Maybe that broken feeling inside isn’t as bad as it seems. Maybe you can still bloom without much sunlight. Maybe at the unlikeliest time you can find hope.

God bless,
Jason

Strength?

Betrayal. Language conspires against us as we strive to understand one another.

I met a new friend going through a similar grief journey of losing a spouse and struggling with a single-parenthood that had not been imagined. The word “strength” kept emerging. What does it mean?

I delivered a strong performance in soccer yesterday because I abstained from running and nursed an injury for three weeks. I was there when my son wanted to talk about his mother late at night because I had taken time earlier to rest. I bend so I won’t break.

A Tale of Two Much Ados

Shakespeare has been a series of bookmarks in my life since a dismal introduction in high school. Not only did I survive that lifeless effort, but through books like A Thousand Acres and movies like Ran, I discovered that these stories need to be told and retold.

Just after Westen was born, Mary and I took him to DelShakes‘ production of Twelfth Night. Almost nine years later, I took him to Resident Ensemble Players’ rendition. This time he didn’t sleep through it, had a little brother, and didn’t have a mom. Nine years and a lifetime.

Shakespeare understood humanity in a way that transcends 400 years of social upheaval and put it on stage in a way that no one could today. I need that kind constancy, we all do.

In its last week on stage, I experienced DelShakes’ Much Ado About Nothing twice. It is hard to imagine two moments during the same run being more drastically different.

Wednesday’s performance would have been rained out if not for The Resurrection Center‘s generosity in offering their altar as a stage. I volunteered for the event and got the opportunity to watch the performance from the pews. Sitting there alone, I thanked God that this was a comedy. I tried to focus on the brilliance of these actors working on an unfamiliar stage, creating something beautiful on the virtual fly. That ghost of no one would not leave my side. I couldn’t field any questions, couldn’t whisper “I LOVE that line,” couldn’t laugh and squeeze a knowing hand. The better the moment on stage, the more intense the pain. The raucously joyful end scene held little comfort. I composed myself and kept as busy as possible during intermission and exeunt. Then, exposed to another part of me that is gone, I was broken in half. When Mary met me I frequently attended concerts, movies, theaters, bars, and wherevers on my own. Now? The soloist is gone and the partner is gone. It’s not heartbreak, it’s personality break. I had hoped it was below 50%, but I’m not certain. Fear and emptiness took hold of me for days.

Four mornings later I awoke with little energy, but just enough quiet determination to go see that damn play again. Maybe it was Poe’s heartbeat, maybe my stubbornness,  or maybe it was that I wouldn’t let my pain rob my sons of an experience they deserved to have. Whatever it was, I set to take them out for a night of Shakespeare.

The weather was perfect and the boys ran off to find friends before the show. I leaned back in my low-profile backpack chair to peruse the program and found an antidote to my apprehension over doing this to myself again. A “From the Director” letter that seemed to be aimed right at me. Bi Jean Ngo easily read Much Ado as a play about healing. I needed Miss Ngo to spell it out for me. These characters put barriers in the way of love; Claudio a soldier, Benedict and Beatrice self-declared permanently single, even Hero allows herself to be ‘dead.’ They all end up escaping their pain to permit love.

I don’t know what my path will be through grief. In a way, I’m less sure than ever of how it will happen. I am confident that it will happen. With a little Shakespeare, a lot of these smiles, and a focus on healing, I’m going to build something new.

God bless,
Jason

 

 

 

From the Director of Delaware Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing, Bi Jean Ngo:

A year ago, I experienced exquisite heartbreak. It was the kind of all encompassing, devastating heartbreak that pitches a person into weeks of sobbing into a pillow and into compulsively spending whole paychecks on tubs of ice cream. It was painful, particularly because I’m lactose intolerant.

I didn’t think I could recover, and when I really thought about, I was terrified of mending my heart, because it might get crushed again. I just wanted to construct an impenetrable armor underneath which I could protect my ego and my fragile heart. I was in battle mode, refusing to expose my vulnerabilities.

In that moment, Delaware Shakespeare offered me an artistic challenge and opportunity.

David Stradley asked me if I would direct this summer’s production of Much Ado About Nothing. At first, I was scared that I was in a rather dark place to think about directing a romantic comedy. I re-read the play, and through the lens of my heartbreak, I could see so clearly how the world of Much Ado is about healing that heartbreak. Beatrice and Benedick are two worldly, intelligent people who use their searing wit to wall themselves off from love. From the beginning of the play, we sense a history of unresolved pain between them. Their friends and family help bring Beatrice and Benedick towards a realization of love for each other, and we get to experience their sublime joy when they allow themselves that love.

There is further healing of another sort. When the play opens, the community of Messina and Leonato’s family welcomes home a band of soldiers led by Don Pedro. The soldiers have fought in the wars and come home to a beautiful land filled with vibrant, gorgeous, generous people. We experience the reintroduction of the war veterans into their community through celebration and affection. Claudio falls in love for the first time when he sees Hero. Benedick and Beatrice reconnect. Don Pedro sheds the command of an army and takes command of playing matchmaker, declaring himself as a Love God.

Then there are the moments of conflict filled with gossip and slander that rip apart these romantic binds. We see what happens when men take sides against an innocent woman based on assumptions.There is heartbreak.There are tests of loyalty. And then there is healing, the kind that comes with acknowledgment of misunderstanding and with the generosity of forgiveness.

A couple of members of our cast (Krista Apple & J Hernandez) and I spent some weeks exploring Much Ado through conversations with some of our most vulnerable populations in Wilmington. Our new friends lived through incredible heartbreaks and adversities, and still opened their hearts and minds to us, sharing their thoughts candidly. We were inspired by their incredible strength. We gained insight and clarity about the world of Much Ado which helped shape our work during this production. It’s a thin line between love and hate and love and heartbreak. Choosing to love another human being takes courage, humility, and acceptance.

In the play, we witness a community that celebrates love and connection. And right now, we’re living in a time when there’s a lot of fear about connecting to the unfamiliar and a lot of people who act upon false assumptions. I hope that Much Ado brings all of you joy and romance and encourages everyone here to speak and act from a place of love.

-Bi Jean Ngo

Artful Campers

Letter writing, museums, and camping have something in common. They take time. This summer, we took time to enjoy many moments away from the seemingly immediate demands of modern life. We got away from devices and noise and experienced the subtleties of life we so often fail to perceive.

We took time.

Delaware Art Museum is inviting families to take time together in the Copeland Sculpture Garden for twilight art making, moonlit sculpture tours, and bedtime stories during their very first campout on August 18th! Tent camping will happen in the Garden and limited space will be available inside for sleeping bags.

The Labyrinth at dusk, the sunset light falling on Crying Giant, the colored lights of the Museum at dark…this promises to be a special evening.

It will be extra special for me and my sons as the Museum has dedicated a magnolia tree to my late wife, Mary Kathryn Zerbey. It has yet to have a plaque, or made official with a ceremony, but it is a touching gesture to have a permanent place for Mary at the Museum she introduced us to seven years ago.

I had left my job as a proofreader and editor to care for our sons. Mary knew me to be restless and sent me to the Museum. After a stroller tour and a Glory of Stories, we were hooked. Not just to Delaware Art Museum, but all museums. We’ve delighted in countless hours in collections of varied stripes. They’ve become a focal point of our educational lifestyle. Places where knowledge isn’t just discovered, but applied, challenged, connected, explored, and brought into full color and dimension.

An opportunity to spend 13 (or more) hours in a corner of our world that has brought us so much value? Oh yeah, we’ll be there August 18th.

God bless,
Jason

 

Temple

On Independence Day we took an uncharacteristic turn as full-on “tourons” in Washington, D.C. Mary introduced me to this term and we never used it as strongly as the Urban Dictionary describes. For us, it was just that unimaginative sightseeing and photo taking one does on holiday from time to time.

I plotted our walking route from the Metro station to the White House, Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, and finally a spot along the Potomac River to view the fireworks. I hardly expected my seven- and nine-year-old sons to make the journey with heat, crowds, and detours in our way.

Our saving grace came early in the day at Renwick Gallery, across from the White House. We love museums and an escape from the sun was already in order.

We found much more than an escape. No Spectators: The Art of Burning Man is an exhibit that recreates the other-worldly California desert spectacle. Within this world there was the Temple. A place of remembrance and introspection about those things that have been lost. It is simply composed of cut and sanded plywood, but the intricacies are unending.

Visitors are encouraged to take a 4″ by 4″ block of wood and write about something or someone they have lost. This could have been one of those “ambushes” you learn about as you grieve, but it wasn’t. I invited my sons to participate and was surprised at their reactions. Westen, the older and more vocal about his mom, declined and chose to quietly walk the space. Isaac has been much more reserved about losing his mom, but wanted me to transcribe something for him.

As he mentally created his message, a phrase came to me: We will gain more than we have lost. I can’t take credit for it. It was purely divine and seems all but impossible. When God asks you to do the impossible it’s because He knows it can be done. I hope my faith is strong enough to keep believing that.

For Isaac’s part, his message was all sweetness and love and compassion. It was also arms-outstretched broad for so few words. It speaks for itself.

God bless,
Jason