Monthly Archive: June, 2014

The Lonely Pursuit of Significance

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, I wake up early. It never gets easier, but now my eyes usually open 10 minutes before the alarm on my phone sounds – be it 4:50am or… Continue reading

Before the Day tries to steal away and leave us behind.

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, Summer is a ride through quiet streets in Papaw’s convertible. climbing trees. Making homemade icecream on the driveway and smores on the backporch. Playing outside past dark with… Continue reading

A simple life is lesson enough

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, Someone asked me recently if I’m still writing letters to my kids. I tried to justify the fact that I’m just busier these days than I used to… Continue reading

This is not a Fugazi tshirt

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, A few days ago a friend sent me a link to a video of a concert: April 1993 – 328 Performance Hall in Nashville  – Fugazi I was… Continue reading

Driving a truck with no shirt on and running with horses

  Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, They saw me coming around the corner I guess. And by the time I reached the fence dividing them from me and the road and their open… Continue reading