I am just a man. I am a father, a son, and a husband. I am a homemaker, caretaker, coach, writer, speaker, and photographer. I love God. I love my family. I love my country. God has blessed my family and I, and I am eternally grateful. Author of Generation Jumping: Losing those who are not lost. Downtime with my family is about as good as it gets for me. Being outdoors in nature, among the animals and the wilderness, the Created, comes pretty close. Baseball, followed by hockey, are my two favorite sports, with several others a close third. I would rather do it right the first time. Honesty, respect, and integrity are virtues that I hold dear, so I call it like I see it. Before we as a society attempt to re-define these words, I will be here telling the raw truth.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and a listen. Spend a little bit of time on yourself. You are worth it. Share it. Pay it forward.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and spend a little bit of time on yourself. Sunday Series: Touching Lives – Got Milk?
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and spend a little bit of time on yourself. Sunday Series: Touching Lives – In The Meantime
Perhaps, as we walk quickly away from another season that our sons and daughters played,
we should pause for perspective, all the focus on them, and for our enjoyment, the prices they paid.
We all entered these overlapping eras the same way, from the back door, before dawn on a late November morn,
but did you get through the months that followed unmarked by the passion? Love of the game reborn.
Was all of this just another drive-thru moment, capture a picture here and there, passing by, out and about?
Or did you find a place to dig in, a connection to all-time, to make it better before the love runs out?
The water remaining in what’s left of our backyard rink is a direct result of melting ice. It’s cold! Regardless of that fact, our youngest daughter was warm from being outside, riding her bike, and generally playing. Backyard Refresher
Well folks, high school playoff hockey time came and went here in New Hampshire, and it was awesome! There are some great people in the state of NH high school hockey. The kids are the reason why there is anything to see or talk about, and remember that they deliver a whole lot more than they don’t. It’s all about the kids.
I stood at the bottom of the stairs, on the first floor of what was obviously once a Howard Johnson’s Motor Lodge. I had already packed our vehicle and I stood there motionless on a carpet that might be 50+ years old. My youngest son was next to me when I shook hands with one and hugged another to say good-bye, exiting from another hockey weekend. That is just when I think it hit all three of us, that this might be the last good-bye.