I have worn glasses my entire life. No big deal as they have been part of my look longer than my wife’s hairstyle has stayed consistent (I’m going to get it for that one 😉). But over the last five or six years something showed up that I was not exactly excited to talk about. […]
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I was having one of those days that makes a person feel like one has conquered the world. Work had gone great. I had been productive, checked off everything on my list, and was especially excited because that evening my wife and I were heading to a baseball game with friends. There is just something
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Several months ago, my wife and I took a road trip that was somewhere between ten and twelve hours depending on how often we stopped. Ten hours if we were disciplined. Twelve hours if snacks called, nature called, or we suddenly discovered a roadside attraction that apparently could not be passed by without investigation. We
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Roughly fifteen years ago, I got a front-row seat to something that taught me a lesson I still lean on today. My oldest son played competitive high school tennis. And when I say competitive, I mean the kind where parents pretend they’re calm while internally doing Olympic-Level stress breathing in the bleachers. He was good.
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In my garage sits an old, dented, slightly scratched red toolbox I’ve had for, well, let’s just say it’s old enough to remember when phones still had cords. It’s not big. It doesn’t look impressive. It rattles when I carry it, and the latch is holding on purely out of stubbornness and pride, kind of
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There’s nothing quite like watching grandkids open Christmas gifts. The excitement. The squeals. The wrapping paper flying through the air like festive confetti. Within minutes, the living room transforms into what can only be described as a joyful holiday tornado. Bows under the couch, toy pieces in mysterious places, and at least one box that
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When my daughter was eight years old, we took a long road trip. The kind where the miles seem endless, the snacks run out too fast, and the kids ask, “Are we there yet?” before you’ve even reached the edge of your own neighborhood. Somewhere along that highway, I glanced back to check on her.
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I only went in for one item. So why is my cart full? There’s something you should know about me. My wife already knows it. My kids know it. Even the people who work at our local hardware store know it. I cannot, and I mean CANNOT, go into our hardware store for just one
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