Stories from a life being lived.
Fatherhood, family, faith, the occasional dumpster fire, and everything in between. Some days there's plenty to say. Other days, life gets in the way of writing about it.
Either way, pull up a chair. There's always another story.
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The Half Facing the Fire
The forecast said upper 40s. The thermometer said 32. By the middle of the night, all six of us were gathered around one fire, warming whichever half happened to be facing it.
Shakedown
We broke camp at dawn. We survived. We were cold. Very cold. There are stories, but those can wait until I've slept somewhere with walls.
Baseball ended Sunday night, and I thought the calendar might finally exhale. Instead, life simply redistributed itself. Work, school, family, and even CranioDad were already waiting to fill the space.