When I commented on a post earlier today it made me realize a few things about what I said and it also made me see how much I had changed over the last few years. I honor people not because they deserve it; I honor people because I’m honorable. I got to thinking about … Continue reading

When I Was a Boy

I remember standing on the barstool talking to my mom. She was working in the kitchen making us some lunch. I still have a picture of the room in my head. The room was bright, the floor was tile, and the kitchen and family room were open together in one space. There were patio doors … Continue reading When I Was a Boy