Last night I did something I haven’t done in years. I stepped inside a batting cage and took some healthy cuts with a bat at a local family fun place. I played a lot of baseball as a kid, either with my brother and our mutual childhood friend Matt, or during organized softball. My parents
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I think the first time felt the true pang of jealousy was in high school. I’ve no doubt I’d felt it before, but the burn of real jealousy takes a desire so powerful that it overwhelms the senses. To be clear this isn’t envy, which is far different when you examine what they both are.
That word. Father. I’ve said it and heard it said to me. It’s a unique amalgamation of respect and responsibility. Steeped in legend and filled with embedded images all wrapped up into a collection of syllables. The weight it carries can only be experienced – and only by those who choose to walk the perilous
Long before I dedicated myself to any singular passion, before I became enthralled with travel and seeing new locations, even before I rolled dice in my first D&D game, I was my mother’s son. When my brother and I were younger, I spent countless hours underfoot and near skirt learning what I could from her.
When you build a house, or any structure, before you push aside the dirt and level the land, you have to sit down and create blueprint. The blueprint is where you pour your ideas out from the inner workings of your brain and onto paper. You’ll use paper – this part is important –
As an artist I always get the same feeling while writing a novel. It starts small but grows each time I sit down and place my fingers on the keys. “What if this has all been done before?” I watched an amazing Sci-fi show called The Expanse out of pure fear that the ideas expressed
When you dream as much as I do, reality can get a bit hazy. The problem is, as I dream and daydream, I tend to get caught up in what’s going on inside my head rather than concentrating on the immediate world around me. Now the socially acceptable thing to do would be to forget
If I use my microscope and look at my family, this summer will mark a wonderful new beginning for Emalee and I at the wedding. If you’ve ever gotten married you know the frenzied nature of “do all the things” in the months prior. We have lists, and spreadsheets, invoices, and all manner of tracking
I wish I could remember more about the day it happened. I might have been six or seven years old, but it was definitely during my early years at elementary school. It was winter, cold and icy, like the Midwest is known for, but our winters thirty years ago were filled with more snow. This