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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All Six Chairs
The house is easy to think of as home until everyone leaves at once. Then the quiet settles in, the table looks much bigger than usual, and you realize how much of home is simply the people you love existing nearby.
Holding Mom's Hand
What began as a weekend to celebrate my mom's birthday and honor someone who had been family my entire life became something far more personal. In the quiet of a memorial Mass, I reached over to hold my mom's hand. In that moment, I realized that growing older isn't about age—it's about recognizing when the people who once carried you simply need you beside them.
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.