Dads Get Dirty

Instead of taking after the David Sevilles surging fear through my child's bones with a booming voice, I want to be a dirty dad. I hope to stoop down in my child’s dirt, grappling with his issues in the thick of things and encouraging him from where he's at. I don’t want to call him from the room upstairs to walk the green mile in fear.

Anxiety Is A Merry-Go-Round Without The Merry

Sometimes you just need to get away. I am currently observing the gray and cold Duck Lake roll onto the shore while I chew on my mistakenly thick cup of coffee. I have retreated to my parents’ cottage to read, write, and reset. A year ago my brutal mind would not have let me come…