Poem: Twas the Kitten of Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and outside the house A little creature was stirring, just looking around His little body trembled as the wind blew around While hope sprang eternal he would soon be found Now my wife and I were snug tucked in our new bed While having a pet never once crossed my…

A wound which cuts deep

This is not my typical blog post.  Nope, this one is going to be intensely personal, and with good reason.  There’s something I need to get off my chest, in the worst way. For a very long time, I’ve always thought there was something wrong with me.  About 10 years ago, that was confirmed.  When my…

A personal measure of what a Dad really is

It’s not very often I blog about myself personally, but with this being Father’s Day, a little self-indulgence is requested.   A little over twenty-two years ago, I had an editorial published in my college newspaper about the role fathers play in our lives.  I spoke about how men are regarded as little more than sperm…