The Lamb, The Bully, and the Walls We Build

A while back, our little family took a trip to a resort in the Dominican Republic (read post). There was some beach time, a few cocktails,…

The Art of Closure

For months, I had to drag my son, Sevan, from the bathtub kicking and screaming. That is until I got him to say goodnight to each…

So the Whistler Meet Your Maker ultra cross-country run has been on my mind a lot lately. Looking into my future and seeing 12,000 feet of…

I consider myself a late bloomer. I seem to take my own time arriving at where I need to be – whether it was learning to…

I spend an unnatural amount of time watching how people run. Some tip forward from the hips, as if diving toward the concrete, while others move…

When my son, Sevan, was old enough to play with blocks, the routine would go something like this: daddy would sit on the floor beside him…

If you asked a teen when mobile phones were invented, they’d probably tell you it was about 250 years ago. Ask about the invention of the…

Just a few months ago my son, Sevan, started walking. Out of the blue, with no warning, he just let go of my leg and walked…

It’s no secret (at least to me) that I have obsessive tendencies. Once I get something in my head, I think about it, research it, meditate…