I could be just hours away from surrender. The story begins in October of last year. I sat across from my daughter and shared with excitement that she could choose any activity she'd like to try this school year. Whatever she wanted to pursue, she had a promise that we would fund it and be committed to it on one simple condition: she needed to see it through. Swimming became the activity of choice and we began our weekly trips to the local recreation center for lessons. Our common goal was that she would progress through the last three levels needed of lessons so that she would have all the skills she needs to be on a swim team this summer. We are entering the final level of lessons and there is only one problem: I'm over it. After about six weeks, she was over it. At week 18, I'm ready to wave the white flag and surrender. I don't want to argue about going to practice. I don't want to schedule around swim lessons. I don't want to drive back and forth to t
I try to keep life simple: love like you mean it, laugh like you are enjoying it, and stand up for what you believe in. My hope is that here you'll find laughter, passion, and a few random topics that you just might be glad you stumbled on.