Navigating The Stormy Waters Of Fatherhood
The whistling I hear breaks my daydreams and delusions of possibility. The whistling is a personification of the years passing me by – the proverbial winds of change. My babies are growing up – and my window of opportunity is closing. I remember when I was 22 and a young student teacher. I completed a…
I wrote a new piece on Life of Dad. Here’s a snippet about my new hobby. Check out the full post here. It is hard to describe the difference that the right bike makes. For years I have been riding a comfort bike – and when I say ride, I mean only occasionally. And though…