I am not an artist. I am not a poet. As much as I enjoy writing and I consider myself a good writer, even using that term is a stretch. I wanted to write nothing. I wanted everything I had poured onto the keyboard for the last 24 hours to stand alone, unaltered by anything I could add to it later. At various points in the evening, I had to force myself to stop thinking about what I could share and…
I held the fate of two men in my hands. One of them had to die, while the other would be spared. It would ultimately be my decision which one woke up the next morning. I tormented myself over this choice not because I didn’t know who I wanted dead, but because I wanted neither alive. Both people had wronged me. Both were dangerous. And both were about to do terrible things. Neither deserved to live, yet one had to. In…
Our daughter, Hayley, turned 4 months old today. Good for her. More importantly, I have now been a father for one third of a year. In these 18 weeks of experience, I feel that I thrived at my new job as “dad”, and have compiled a list of things that I have learned along the way. Due to my excellence as a father, every item on this list is unequivocally correct and should be accepted without question. After all, I…