It’s the Climb that Makes the Man

There are many things that I love about watching my three sons grow. Recently, while at the indoor rock climbing gym near our home, I watched as they spent the afternoon climbing while using the… Continue reading

If You Want A Real Friend, Put on your Shoes.

A good friend walks by your side. Keeps your pace. Not in front, and not behind. Because its in those steps that are out of sync and independent, where you both will learn too late… Continue reading

I Am Perfect, Why Aren’t You?

What ever follows I AM will come looking for you, because we become who we believe ourselves to be. As parents, our children first learn from us what words to put after I… Continue reading

Like Moths to a Flame, We all need Love

  Today of all days, this seems like a sensitive subject. Valentine’s day. Its the day of all things love. A celebration of this powerful force. Love makes the world go ’round. That… Continue reading

The Happy little Coincidence

*Disclaimer. I consider myself a semi- religious person. I claim Christianity. However, I am not what I deem some to be, a “Holy Roller.” We only go to church sometimes, we don’t pray… Continue reading

Decompression Period

De·com·pres·sionˌ dēkəmˈpreSHən/ noun a release of compressing forces, in particular. After having a heartfelt conversation the other night, reflecting on the past year, maybe the past couple of years, this word got brought… Continue reading

When a Heart makes a Marriage

  If I had to walk alone, I know I could. If you were gone tomorrow, I would manage. If you left for work one morning, and never returned, I believe I could muddle through. If you drove out our driveway… Continue reading

Thirteen What?

Thirteen. Its a pretty loaded number don’t you think? A number both filled with magic and accused of wickedness. Sometimes lucky, sometimes avoided. Its definitely a number of many emotions. Often feared, other times revered. Thirteen apostles… Continue reading

Bruised but Delicious

How many times have I said this to my five year old son about a banana or an apple? That fruit is no less delicious because it has endured some bumps and bruises… Continue reading

I’m Not Supposed to Call You.

I know I’m not. But there are so many times when I’ve wanted to. I’m not supposed to think about what you said, that day, and the many before, but I do. Those… Continue reading