Last year our daughter admitted to us that she hadn’t really believed in Santa anymore. In fact, she hadn’t believed… Read more The “Death” of Santa Claus does not Mean the End of the Magic.
Forward This has been hard for me to write, so I hope you bear with me. For my friend who… Read more A Beautiful, Terrible Conversation – Part One: Sitting in a Car
“Excuses are monuments to nothingness. They build bridges to nowhere. Those who use these tool of incompetence are masters of… Read more Excuses . . . And a Compromise: Squatting in a School Parking Lot
When I was younger, I remember I went to a party with a co-worker. I don’t know why, I didn’t… Read more Digging Past The Point of No Return
Recently a friend of mine, someone I’ve known most of my 42 years on this Earth, called late one night… Read more A Memory of a Father