When I was a small child, I wanted to be spider man. Seriously. My older brother and my mom were talking one day and when they asked me what I wanted to be, I replied with my proudest grin that I wanted to be spider man. My brother, only a few years older than me … Continue reading A Little Bit of Fight
Passion is supposed to always be fiery. Right? It's always raging and burning and evidently flailing wildly about. That's great. Not a damn thing wrong with that. It just seems like such a narrow view. Perhaps I'm just rebelling and my insecurity is on display, but I've been told I lack passion before. Several times … Continue reading What Does Your Passion Look Like?
My wife says that I am a good dad. My boy is not yet three, but he always greets me with a smile. My own parents tell me how proud they are of my parenting. Still I doubt every day. I change diapers. I make meals. I play and read and sing silly songs. I've … Continue reading Missing Moments in Front of Me
I spent today with my son. That usually makes for at least a pleasant day. Like most other red blooded Americans, I prefer to drive. As such, Desmond and I spent a significant portion of our day at the so very thrilling Department of Motor Vehicles. Anyone who has ever had a toddler, and had … Continue reading Stepping Up
Today was a day for good news. My oldest friend is about to become a father. My son, Desmond, was unplanned. Jeff Goldblum said it best. Life finds a way. It was kind of nice actually. I got to ride that roller coaster in all of its glory. I knew that we had no idea … Continue reading How to Dad