I don’t expect this to go anywhere outside of the immediate vicinity of my Facebook crew, but in case it does, you need to know that my wife and I have four children. Three of those children are adopted, and all three are maternal siblings. The youngest of those is…

Keeli, It can’t be easy having an English teacher for a father. The constant metaphors, the allegory, the symbolism…it’s always something that stands for something else, me trying to sneak life lessons in while teaching you about everyday things. You got your learners permit two days ago. You got your…

*tap tap tap* “Is this thing on? Can y’all hear me?” My old youth minister stood in the pulpit, tapping his microphone and addressing the crowd of mourners. “We shared some good stories, and we shared some serious stories, and now we’re going to talk about more serious stuff,” he…

January 1998 It was my freshmen year at Okay High School, and I’ll never forget the feeling of that jersey flying towards me, tossed by the coach who’d watched me bust my tail to earn it. The way it smelled. The way it felt. The number. #40. November 15, 2011 My six-year-old daughter walked in…