This Son Goes Around the Sun

In her days of clarity, my mom used to share a story with me each birthday. Being a couple days past my due date, the solution beyond speed bumps in the station wagon was an IV. Her words: “Your father and I ran into Gramps while standing on 4th and Pike, noticing my good sized belly, Read more about This Son Goes Around the Sun[…]

Mom and Dad

On the Verge

The combination of excitement and nerves are palpable today. At 58 years old, I’m about to cross a threshold I set for myself in 1988. This redirect of life was a deliberate roadmap to step away from a comfortable role I was nearly born into. Staying would mean continued focus on fulfilling someone else’s vision. Read more about On the Verge[…]