If you’ve been following my blog, you know KD and I have been banging heads these days. Not all the time, but enough that it’s
Last weekend, it happened: KD joined what I thought was another relatively “low-key” soccer league, which I thought would focus much more on having fun
Yesterday’s blog was a bit “Hallmarky,” right? Kind of sweet, right? A few of you have commented on what a great dad I am. If
First, I want to apologize for the email you received yesterday. It was a technical glitch on my end. Let’s hope this one reaches you
Think about it, we adults all have secrets. Maybe we were abused as kids or our parents were alcoholics. Maybe we like to dabble in
Some of you have had some of the worst traumas possible happen to you. Maybe you were kidnapped, raped, held hostage by terrorists, accidentally killed
The messages start the moment you’re born: you’re cute, you’re nice, you’re good-natured because you smile all the time, you have pretty eyes, and you
