“I would flex, but I like this shirt”
This is written across a tee shirt my children bought me for Christmas. They have an ironic sense of humor.
My many tee shirts neatly folded in front of me, I am trying to rationalize the quantity. How many tee shirts does one man need?
Like everyone, I have my insecurities. There are many. However, for many years, I have felt entirely comfortable in describing myself as a man.
I am not a boy.
Grace in the Morning Rain
On Kale and Daughters
My Last Card
Rockin' The House
The Unlikely Is Not The Imposible
Leave A Message
The Gospel of Doubt
In The Weeds
Clever or Not You're Ready