Chasing Bubbles

I remember when I was the child, playing in mud puddles and chasing bubbles. At some point, I grew older and stopped seeing the magic in my childhood. I wanted to grow up. I wanted more. I didn’t know more…

I remember when I was the child, playing in mud puddles and chasing bubbles. At some point, I grew older and stopped seeing the magic in my childhood. I wanted to grow up. I wanted more. I didn’t know more…

Nothing this year has gone as planned or been “easy”. We have had so many hard hits this year, aside from Covid-19 turning life upside down. Each month seems to have it’s own theme of terrible events or health emergencies.…

One of my family’s oldest traditions is heading towards the nearest sunflower patch or water hole and slinging lead into the air in hopes of downing small, blue-grey missiles darting by at 40 MPH. Dove seem to materialize out of…

Each August for the past five years, my brother and dad have had a “guy retreat.” Typically, we traveled to Oklahoma City to look at the latest hunting gear and stock up for Dove Season. We would go to Cabela’s,…