Greater Love Has No One Than This . . .

It’s a typical Monday morning. I drag myself out of bed . . . I drag myself into the shower . . . I drag myself (and a sleepy little dog) downstairs to let her out, cursing the cold and the morning the whole way. I drag myself through breakfast, and then drag myself through…

Life’s Great Adventures

Day 24. The air still reeks of polyurethane, paint, and clear packing tape. Base camp in all its cardboard glory has been permanently moved to a new forward operating base—otherwise known as our first home—but not before we took on significant DIY projects to improve upon the previous owners’ . . . ehem . .…

A Cut Above

My great-grandfather was an incredible man. He kept his family fed and clothed at the expense of hard physical labor and long hours—for menial pay. To the uninformed observer, he was simply another body in America’s vast sea of blue collar laborers. To those who knew him, he was an honorable, upstanding, hardworking man who…