18 Summers
There’s nothing better than spending time with my kids. Not work, not hitting the lottery, nothing. We get 18 summers if we’re lucky.
Read →Things you think about staring through a windshield.
The conversation after the conversation.
Some thoughts do not show up when you’re sitting still.
They show up somewhere between point A and point B.
On a ride. In a truck. Walking back to the house. Sitting on the porch after everyone else left.
Tales From The Road is for the thoughts that don’t fit anywhere else.
There’s nothing better than spending time with my kids. Not work, not hitting the lottery, nothing. We get 18 summers if we’re lucky.
Read →When I start to crack, it used to come out as anger. Now I stop and ask what’s actually going on.
Read →Watching them when they think no one’s looking — and finding out they were listening when you were talking.
Read →Forced myself out on the bike today. No plan. Just throttle, wind, and everything I can’t say out loud.
Read →The name was given to me, but I’m not the original, and I won’t be the last.
Read →Most of the time, I am fine. Just not all the way.
Read →Uncle Longbeard is not one person. It is the person, place, or moment where men can stop pretending they are okay.
Read →Quick passing thoughts. The ones you almost don’t stop for.
The ones that ride home with you and are still there in the morning.
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