I’ve reached the half way point of my 4 month trip to France. The first month spent on an adventure around Morocco has made the second month pale in comparison. We’ve basically done nothing, nothing to ohh and awe about via Instagram at least. Certainly nothing I felt compelled to blog about. Most days if … More family vacation

I looked up to my dad, literally. To the point it strained my neck. He was well over 6′ tall and barrel chested. People called him Big Dave. He had a big deep laugh to match, and he laughed easily. I recall many nights after being sent to bed hearing his laugh down the hallway. … More The Dad I wish I knew

Dear Cuba, you remind me of a girl I knew in high school. Well actually I never knew her, but I wanted to. She was beautiful from a distance and everyone wished they were her. On closer notice, she was just as flawed. With the bright colors and fancy cars it would be easy to … More Dear Cuba,