Monthly Archive: July, 2014

Quiet breaths

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, Yesterday evening, around sunset, out on my bike I stopped and watched kids swinging on a rope swing into a deep creek. This morning, from my truck, as… Continue reading

Of Monsters and rainy southern summer nights

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, We went to the tractor pull Friday night, Max. You girls stayed home with Mommy – which it turns out meant going shopping and for milkshakes. You and… Continue reading

Seadragon of the Year

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, You scooted over closer to me, shuffled your feet on the concrete floor, took a sip of the Sprite can, and hid behind it nervously. “I didn’t get… Continue reading

Freedom and the Art of Riding Without Training Wheels

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, I watched you ride off, across the empty parking lot – through the waves of heat. You gave me a quick glance as you turned to come back,… Continue reading

Training partners

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate, I’m training for what will be my 6th half-ironman event since October 2010. By some standards that’s not a lot – by others it’s monumental. For me it… Continue reading