Notes on fatherhood, time, and getting back to the page. I started this blog back in March as a form of catharsis. A place to process life out loud—both the joyful and the jarring—and maybe offer something that resonates with others navigating their own versions of fatherhood, change, and growth. And just like that, they're in 10th and 12th grade. For the first few months, I stayed consistent. The rhythm of writing grounded me. But somewhere along the way, life picked up spee

Three Stories, One Hope, and the Road Ahead A few years ago, a friend asked how I thought Sarah and I were doing as parents. I remember...

I came across a LinkedIn post recently that made me pause. The author laid out a framework for thinking about youth sports, dividing them...

Mile Markers, Memories, and What Comes Next Last week, our family packed into the car and set out on a road trip, first to Boise, Idaho,...