A prose poem about parenting.
Nothing has humbled me as much as becoming a father. Not my deficiencies as a husband when I see my selfishness firsthand. 257 more words
For the first time in forever, the weather and lack of snow allowed us a trip to the park. Yes, it’s April 2 and it’s the 378 more words
What time of day do you think of when you hear, “What is the toughest/worst time of day?”
If you think I’m talking about the middle-of-the-night scream sessions by G-Man or the (sometimes) 5:40am knocks on the wall from Unit, you’re one-hundred percent incorrect. 454 more words