Let’s be honest, we all do stupid things. And unless we’re teenage boys out on a Friday night with nothing to do, our intentions most likely were not to do that stupid act. I remember when I was a teenager. I had a 1984 Camaro my parents bought new and then gave to me as a 16-year-old. It’s never a… View Post
This morning, I had a moment. Certainly momentary—maybe 15 seconds. But it was a moment I’ll remember for a very long time. Our 17 month-old son is always a bit more cheerful after a restful night’s sleep. And last night was a good night. As soon as I went to get him at 6:30 he was already cheerfully asking… View Post
Well, it’s here again. That infamous week where we buy our spouse or significant other a gift, take them out to eat, and make our contribution to one, if not all, of the four C’s—the card, candy, chocolate and corporate organizations that keep Valentine’s day fresh in our minds every February. Frankly, I hate being part of “the system.” I’d… View Post
Landon was a feisty little boy in his first five months. He was colicky, had acid reflux, and slept in two-hour cycles—all of the time. I remember someone telling me shortly after he was born to cherish these moments. “The days are long, but the years are short,” she said. I was unexpectedly reminded of this moment last night…. View Post
