I love the smell of pine trees. I love the adventure of going to a tree farm (or in the woods) to find the “perfect” Christmas tree. I love the act of choosing and cutting it down and wrangling it into your car/onto your car roof. I love the entire ritual. My kids hate it.…
Jasper, my oldest, is a big kid. He’s ~200 pounds and is almost 6 feet tall. Even as a freshman he was a big kid and people thought he was much older than he is (I think it might be the beard…). But, on the football field he’s not the biggest, not by a long…
Concussions suck! I’ve seen two of my kids laid out on the football field with what ended up being concussions. It’s different when you are on the sideline, capturing the game through a telephoto lens. It’s different when you can hear the crack of the helmets hitting together. It’s different when you are 10 yards…
Yesterday I published a guest blog in the form of a letter that my grandmother wrote in 2001 for my grandfather’s 80th birthday. It always makes me cry when I read it. I’m just floored by some of the observations and happenings it highlights. And I’m also perplexed by one glaring unspoken observation. My grandfather…