• Lemon Ice Cream And Big Black Trucks

    From the very second he opens his eyes and a huge morning smile fills his handsome little face straight through to “dark time” each night when his blankets get tucked under his chin and mommy prays over him and kisses him goodnight; Cole Goodlad is a three-year-old boy, and...
  • Back On The Bags

    There is a point in life when you come to accept some things and let go of aspirations more suited for a younger man. The salad days of me thumping my way around a ring or cage, or an alley for that matter, are well behind me. Yet despite...
  • Gaining Perspective

    There was a time when quiet was all I had. The place where I hung my hat was spotless. Everything had a place and was in its place. My fortress was well-provisioned and ready to stand bold against any natural disaster, civil malfeasance, or unforeseen catastrophe. I’ve been accused...
  • Being Old Is A Choice

    Well, I suppose that’s not an entirely true statement because, as the Olde English saying goes, “Time and tide wait for no man.” But, how a man invests his time, be he young and spry with the dream of endless horizons or longer in the tooth and comfortably waiting...
  • The Last Goodbye

    Since the day I got the call from his son, the one he named after me, I have been thinking about the last few seconds of his life. He was sitting in his vehicle, the muzzle of the gun pressed against his flesh, and somewhere deep inside, he found...
  • Back On The Job

    The last ten days have been intense. I have been pushed to my limit physically, emotionally, and intellectually. When I finally reached the point where I thought I couldn’t handle more, I learned that I could. And as I sit here reflecting, after a long sleep and a few...
  • Kwamane Is Gone

    The day Ana and I became trained and licensed foster parents, we naively stepped into a strange dichotomous world. It’s a place where some view a singular event as unfair, cripplingly painful, and wrong, yet it is just and immensely joyful to others. We have been selfless heroes doing...
  • Garbageman

    We hear his big truck first. The low rumble of his heavy-duty engine as the truck methodically works its way down the block. Then you hear the hydraulic whine of the mechanical arm as it lifts the garbage bins high in the air, then flips them over and dumps...
  • Falling In Love Again

    I retired from commercial photography a few years ago, so I don’t do as many photoshoots now as I once did. It’s better this way. When I do work, I feel a passion for it like I did years ago before the dollars became more important than the art....
  • Investing My Time Wisely

    I’m one of those guys that tends to lock onto something and ride it to the end. When China gifted the world with this pandemic, and the ensuing quarantine and shutdown descended on the world, our finances were eviscerated. I resisted the urge to panic, dove into my Bible,...
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