Tag Archive: Dad

Confusion of Grief

The air is heavy with summer-rain moisture and the sweet scent of blackberries on the bush too long. The woods smell like the coming moss, and musk cologne, with a hint of rotting… Continue reading

Project Dad’s Porch

I have a thing for pallets. I get as excited about them as my kids do for Christmas morning. With that being said, I haven’t really done much with them other than ooh… Continue reading