I received an email recently that began: “I found the fierce bison underpants.”
From my perch on a park bench I sit and watch my daughter age.
When I was a freshman in high school my hero got his ear chewed off in a bar fight in the parking lot of the Four Roses Bar.
We call our daughter Pickle, but her real name is Eirene, which means peace in biblical Greek, a language my wife Cathlin studied at seminary.
When you’re a man alone in the house and your family is away for nearly two months, the stuffed animals really stand out.
When I was 16, before I got my driver’s license, I would bike seven miles each day after school to a gym to work out.
