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With tomorrow being Father's Day it has me reflecting on how fathers appear in my stories. One of my favorite lines in Veiled Sun is Grandpa McIntyre remembering his son Alverson who died getting him secret intel on Project Alexandria. When I wrote that I was thinking how no matter how old my little... Continue Reading →
It’s impossible not to think about our fathers on this day. The memories we’ve formed of and with them. The things we saw them doing. The things they taught us even when they weren’t trying. As a dad with a little boy of my own, I appreciate all those years of my dad looking... Continue Reading →
If you've been following my posts lately, you've probably noticed there are quite a few, like this one, discussing a lesson I've learned from my son. He's a toddler, so conventional wisdom would say he should be the one doing the learning, but every interaction we have takes on a greater meaning to me.... Continue Reading →
There have been a number of small moments with my little guy that have had a profound impact on me. My intention was to make a post summarizing each simultaneously. I thought I would break from my tendency to be wordy and try to be concise. Obviously I'm still a recovering word-aholic, because that hasn't happened... Continue Reading →
It’s been a few months since I did my earlier entries about things my little boy has taught me. Of course, he has been instructing me in all sorts of things since then. For instance, I never saw how heroic Stormtroopers from Star Wars could be until he took a liking to a figure... Continue Reading →
LESSON #2: My little guy is constantly teaching me things. On the eve before Father’s Day, we had a bit of a scuffle at bed time. He usually is a very happy participant in getting on his pajamas and really looks forward to wearing Daniel Tiger, Batman, and other characters to bed. But that night... Continue Reading →
