Failure: A Dad Poem

Ten days after the intended streak died, here’s the poem about why it always does. Still in my poetry era. For a few more days. Three days seems to be the max of what I’m capable of I start strong Three days of roving rolling and strolling But day four is a crash and burn… Continue reading Failure: A Dad Poem

Thirty-Three: One of Those Days

Today was one of those days where the universe seemed to have a personal vendetta against me, but somehow, it all ended up okay because of the people who matter most. It started with a jolt on the way to church. I was in the right side of a dual turn lane, minding my own… Continue reading Thirty-Three: One of Those Days