A Slice of Bologna and a Sunday Ritual
A slice of bologna, oddball sodas, and a quiet Sunday ritual with my dad—remembering a small-town deli where abundance meant feeling seen.
A slice of bologna, oddball sodas, and a quiet Sunday ritual with my dad—remembering a small-town deli where abundance meant feeling seen.
A December walk through snowy woods leads to thoughts on parenting, time passing, and how connection changes as children grow.
A quiet Thanksgiving walk turned into a surprise adventure when we uncovered a hidden geocache that has been sitting in the woods since 2011. A new family memory, a handwritten note, and a fresh reason to explore the outdoors.
A walk in the woods with my daughter turned into a lesson about momentum, balance, and why moving forward is almost always easier than standing still.
The best advice I’ve ever given my kids isn’t about work or money. It’s about love—and the choice that shapes the rest of your life.
When my 12-year-old son faced heckling parents while umpiring a Little League game, he showed me that real composure isn’t about control—it’s about grace, even when others lose theirs.
As we get older, friendship looks different. The best ones don’t need constant contact — they bring quiet peace, honesty, and steadiness through life’s chaos. This reflection explores what real connection means and why the friends who truly see you are worth holding onto.
Reading Braiding Sweetgrass together taught us about reciprocity, gratitude, and the wisdom of the Three Sisters. A family reflection on learning from others and respecting the earth.
A strange encounter at a football game becomes a reflection on empathy, boundaries, and how to release the dark energy we sometimes absorb from others.
A new bike, a little umpire money, and the lesson that time does the heavy lifting. Here’s how I’m teaching my kids that saving before 20 is the real snowball effect — with a simple tool to show the magic of compounding.
One night of umpiring, vinyl, and baseball videos reminded me that even as Gio grows more independent, music and small moments still stitch us together.
Parenting a pre-teen sometimes feels like watching an eclipse—the light dims, conversation shrinks, and frustration flares. I’ve found myself losing my temper, but also found a way back: giving my son a true name—Rising Sun—to remind me who he is and who he’s becoming. This post is about discipline, anger, and learning not to dim his light.