The crest of the hill is approaching. My legs are screaming. My neck is sore and my hands have fallen numb. I start to question myself. “You aren’t 25 any more, you idiot.”“Why do you always bite off more than you can chew?”“Does this really mean anything in the long run?”“You can quit right now and ...
My wife and I have well over five thousand pictures of our family. This is my favorite, and it’s not even close. This picture was captured by our friend and very talented photographer, Viki Reed at a local park near our home. I like it because it tells the story of my family perfectly. My ...
Now that I have properly communicated the importance of The Count and Cookie Monster in Eric’s life (“How The Count Taught Me To Be a Better Dad”), you have the context to fully appreciate this dark day in our family’s history… We call it: “The Massacre” (cue over-the-top horror movie music) This is what ...
It was not my proudest moment. In fact, looking back, it was my first real failure as a Dad. My four-year-old son ran frantically through the house opening every cabinet, drawer, and closet. He was like a heroin addict in need of a fix. I had been trying so desperately to reach him. I just ...
I chose “Bacon and Juice Boxes” as the title for my blog because those items have basically dominated our lives for the past five years. Below is a list of blog titles that were also in contention (I know this is a little inside, but believe me, my family will get a kick out of ...
The Kreativ Blogger Award Hey look, I’m an award winner!! The Rules of Acceptance are: 1. Thank the blogger who presented you with the award. I would like to thank Debbie from DorkyDeb.com for presenting me with this prestigious honor! Here is the nice thing Debbie said about my blog: “This is a blog I just ...
My wife’s Uncle George passed away last week. He was a good man. Funerals have a way of grounding us and bringing us back to the important things in our lives. As I sat at a table in the corner of the reception hall following the service, it occurred to me that Uncle George passed ...
FRIENDS… some come and go in a lifetime and some stay with you and are rooted in your heart. My first memories of friends bring to mind images from my earliest days in grammar school. They are awesome memories. And the best part of those memories is that many of the friends who I made ...
This is what I dream about these days: One word that I would give anything to hear my son say: “Why“. We take for granted what that silly little word represents. Neurotypical kids start asking “Why” around their second or third birthday.“Why is the sky blue, Daddy?”“Why do you have to go to work every ...
